Autumn: By Far the Most Paradoxical Season

Of the four seasons, autumn is by far the most paradoxical. Wedged between an equinox and a solstice, it moors us to cosmic rhythms of deep time and at the same time envelops us in the palpable immediacy of its warm afternoon breeze, its evening chill, its unmistakable scentscape. It is a season considered temperate, but one often tempestuous in its sudden storms and ecstatic echoes of summer heat. We call it “fall” with the wistfulness of loss as we watch leaves and ripe fruit drop to the ground, but it is also the season of abundance, of labor coming to fruition in harvest.

– Maria Popova
Excerpted from “A Beginning, Not a Decline:
Colette on the Splendor of Autumn and the Autumn of Life”
The Marginalian

Image: Catherine Hyde.

See also the previous posts:
• A Time of Transformation
• Autumn Hare 2008 | 2016 | 2018
• Autumn Hare | II | III | IV
• Song in Autumn
• In Autumn Fields
• Autumn Beauty

And at The Leveret’s brother site, The Wild Reed, see:
• Autumn: Season of Transformation and Surrender
• Autumn . . . Within and Beyond (2021)
• Autumn – Within and Beyond (2018)
• Autumn – Within and Beyond (2016)
• O Sacred Season of Autumn
• “Thou Hast Thy Music Too”
• Autumn Psalm
• “This Autumn Land Is Dreaming”