The Yellow Month

AutumnyelloIt is autumn in Texas at last. The calendar is only a specious prophet, guessing the date a month ago, and the hummingbirds left while it was still hot, called away to Mexico by the receding sun.

But last week it rained and the Gulf wind was beaten back by a strong front from the north. Today the leaves on our maple started jumping off the tree, turning the ground yellow. The cypress is dumping blankets of rusty brown and the oaks in the front yard are thump-thumping the roof with acorns and making a mess of the driveway because the squirrels can’t keep up.

Sumac at the cabin

Sumac at a Ouachita Mountain cabin in SE Oklahoma copyright 2014 Janet Short

I can’t keep up with Daniel. He’s busy as…a squirrel in autumn? Since the weather cooled off, he has torn the deck apart so the foundation repair guys could get to the house, taken down his summer shade tarps, repaired some of our cedar siding, redone the roof over the Jack-and-Jill bath, tracked Sheetrock dust all over the carpet and kept me busy sweeping cypress needles out of the kitchen and atrium.

Is it practicality that causes my husband to start fixing things? Or is it survival instinct?

Cool weather makes me want to cook soups. And bake. I’m not sure what makes me want to turn the oven on. Maybe gray skies and yellow leaves trigger some hormone production that says, “Make heat.”

There’s also this weird urge to scribble poetry. Not that I’m very accomplished at it, but my best pieces have all been written from October through December. Is that hormonal too, I wonder?

Gray autumn sky

Gray skies over White River in Arkansas Photo courtesy Traci Barnes

Perhaps this is something our Creator put in us. The planting and harvesting is winding down, wild game is plentiful, wood is cut and stacked, preserved food is put away and now it’s time to settle down in our snug rugs, sip hot cider and read a book. Or write one.

Maybe I’ll write some lyrics for a Kenny G song. That would be like poetry plus!

Ah, thank you, Lord, for music that transcends language and for this yellow month of warm fires, falling leaves and poetic thought.


About janets123

Children's writer, newspaper columnist, essayist, poet, storyteller
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1 Response to The Yellow Month

  1. Very interesting take on autumn.Just watching the World Series.

    Sent from my iPad

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