“No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face,” wrote the 16th-century poet John Donne.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Right. Tomorrow is the first day of fall. And though summer’s promise withered this year like so many dried up, scattered leaves, we will mourn its passing as we always do.
“I’d like the fall if it didn’t lead to winter,” a woman said as we waited in line for coffee at Barnes & Noble in White Plains. “I’m looking forward, though, to crisper weather.”
We’re looking forward to April. Indeed, if only we could go from fall to the December holidays straight through to spring.
But we can’t. So, we must heed the words of John Donne and find pleasure in spring and summer’s cooler sisters.
And say, welcome, fall.