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Elizabeth Jennings — Song at the Beginning of Autumn Now watch this autumn that arrives In smells. All looks like summer still; Colours are quite unchanged, the air On green and white serenely thrives. Heavy the trees with growth and full The fields. Flowers flourish everywhere. Proust who collected time within A child's cake would understand The ambiguity of this – Summer still raging while a thin Column of smoke stirs from the land Proving that autumn gropes for us. But every season is a kind Of rich nostalgia. We give names – Autumn and summer, winter, spring – As though to unfasten from the mind Our moods and give them outward forms. We want the certain, solid thing. But I am carried back against My will into a childhood where Autumn is bonfires, marble, smoke; I lean against my window fenced From evocations in the air. When I said autumn, autumn broke. https://poemanalysis.com/elizabeth-jennings/song-at-the-beginning-of-autumn/