Autumn: The Mosaic

Being only one month apart in date, Christmas and Thanksgiving have two very different seasons. In November, when its considered fall, leaves have changed colors, the temperature has dropped some and the air brings crisp breezes. Often than not, you’ll see hay rides being offered, corn mazes and folks not quite in their full winter attire. But when Christmas time rolls around snow has fallen, not a trace of leaves on the trees and a bit too cold for hay rides and corn mazes. This would be one month later, in December, where you will see town’s people bundled up in their warmest winter gear, building snowmen or making snow angels. Two individual seasons that are

As we read through, the reader can begin to see a change in the tones of the poems. In A November Landscape, the tone is very dark and sad until it hits the third stanza. The speaker talks very sad then, the author adds the word “yet” to show the reader it is not all what it seems. He then finishes the last stanza by saying “April lured the crocus through snow” which shows signs of spring. The tone in Winter brightens up and talks about how “spring must take its place” but then is quickly switch around and the speaker says “I tell you no” and ends the poem with absolutely no hope and says “who watch each other with the winter’s look, touch with his hand, speak with his bitter breath”.

This poem brought me back to my home town and the wonders and beauty that it brings around winter time, and made me nostalgic with memories of past winters with my family and slightly saddened for those who have never seen the magical ability snow has. This poem reminded me that there are people who live in states where their change in seasons is not as noticeable, as the ones that I grew up with and have come to miss. Similar to many of the romantics, natures true beauty can transform the mundane into a work of art that would never have existed

It conveys a sense of loneliness and coldness, which makes sense considering the pain of the season and dealing with heartbreak. She blames it on men

The weather is unpredictable and you have a lack of food as the winter does not allow you to step out of the house. This is also described in the story as “it had been a bitter season; the long hungry mouths before Spring, and in the camp of the people there had been endless cries of children who were too young to know that

In the first stanza, Keats develops his ode to Autumn through vivid imagery detailing his appreciation for the season’s life as well as his acknowledgement of the death that succeeds it. Although fall is a transition to death, the season itself symbolizes a harvest of life, shown through the personification of Autumn as a “Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run.” The detailed imagery of the sun and Autumn working together to bring about the life of the season reveals the speaker’s respect for the natural beauty and life created by the season. However, death is not entirely absent from the first stanza, as the diction of the “maturing sun” reveals that the speaker is aware that fall will not last forever, and the death of winter will eventually take over. The speaker’s internal conflict over the inevitable loss of Autumn is shown

Feelings of joy when giving gifts to loved ones; sweet, rich scents of delicious warm Swiss Miss hot chocolate; harmonious tunes of beautiful snowflakes, and bright red carriages pulled by reindeer. And of course, the glimmering white snow that brings an ecstatic feeling of happiness every year on first snowfall, as if the world has never seen it before. There truly is nothing not to love about Christmas. That is, of course, until that beautiful white snow I have always loved suddenly decides it would rather have my car upside down on an icy dirt road.

But when winter is in season The

Throughout the song, winter is shown as a continuous metaphor used to symbolise misery. It’s the salient metaphor of the song as it is repeated and constantly referenced. The composer chose to display winter in a more cold, lonesome and depressive manner. The surrounding cold of winter that seems to never disperse illustrates the lack of warmth and happiness in his life. This is further reinforced with the lack of sunlight in the winter.

Misty dew covers the entire surface of the field. The yellowing corn stalks stand erect and proud until my grandpas tractor comes to end their growth. Autumn slowly weaves its way in and leaves a stain of brilliant color in its wake. Not everyone enjoys such colors, but when you take a second to step outside your doorstep, and look at all the wonders that surround you, you’d be surprised at how marvelous the world can truly be. To me, Autumn is a time for relishing in the colors. Soaking in the oranges and reds while sitting by a warm fire. It’s a time for remembering that everything does end, but it does not have to end in the dreadful way we think it will. Autumn is a time for the closeness of others to keep out the chill of the morning and the starry-eyed darkness of the night.

When the cold weather comes around, it’s easy for the winter blues to take effect. With snow on the ground, ice on the windshield, and below freezing temperatures to battle with throughout the day, most people just want to get getaway from it all – and for good reasons too. If you haven’t felt it yet, it might important to note that: the winter blues typically sets in right after the holidays, when it’s time to take down your Christmas decoration, get back to work, take care of kids, and prepare yourself for the upcoming year. That’s because the vast majority of people find that winter is an extremely difficult time of year to gather the strength to feel joy and excitement about practically anything.

Winter is a time for celebration and holiday but it is also a symbol for eternal sleep and death. Joyce takes on a more deeper meaning, symbolizing how humans are the same way, frozen temporarily in an impermanent state: alive but always dying; just as snow will always melt, human life will always end. Throughout the text all manifestations of winter, cold, white snow and the season itself usually represents mortality.

I dress my altar with cinnamon candles, maple leaves, and gourds. I light sage and myrrh incense in honor of the Goddess changing from Mother to Crone. I also carry quartz crystal, citrine, and topaz for luck and energy. This is a wonderful time of the year to cast spells of balance and harmony. My coven and I enjoy cinnamon spiced apple bread, sweet butter acorn squash, pomegranates, and roast chicken rubbed with sage, basil and thyme. Sometimes we will make grapevine wreaths with ribbons of gold and yellow and decorate with sprigs of cinnamon sticks.

We each take a huge breath as we step out into the crispy snow that snaps under our boots. I make my way to the front door, illuminated by the red, green, and blue Christmas lights. As I open the door and step into a house full of cheek pinches and hugs, an array of Christmas smells welcomes me and makes my mouth water. As my family and I are quickly made comfortable, I look around... All the house is full of Christmas decorations, and the carols are heard all over the house. My cousins are running, playing , and laughing.

At one time or another, every person has experienced the beauty of summer. In this time of the year, nature is full of life, the weather is at its finest, and the paramount joys of life can be experienced to their fullest. Then the fall comes, the trees turn lovely shades of red and yellow, and the wind offers a nice chill breeze for relief. Unfortunately, seasons change and the beauty that people once experienced vanishes. People focusing only on the material and petty aspects of life, rather than the beauty around them, will let life pass them, missing out on the true wonders of the world. In his poem “To Autumn,” John Keats utilizes imagery to express the importance of indulging in the beauties of nature, while alive, because humans are mortal beings bound by the limits of time.