Emerson 4 Seasons

Autumn: a place of solace accompanied by serenity. A central scene of an everlasting purity symbolizing the coming of our most perspicuous endeavors. She shifts with the wind, and every nuance brings a deeper meaning to this small Oklahoma City. The shade of her trees set alight my eyes as I begin to see what the world has tried so desperately to keep from me.

(3). But faux fall or not, even in a Louisiana October I found my energy levels for writing starting to surge. It has always been this way for me. I write better when it’s starting to grow cold; and better yet in the dead of winter when the trees stand quite and barren and waiting for spring.

For centuries, seasons have been understood to stand for the same set of meanings. Seasons are easily understood by the reader, and are easy for the writer to use; as Foster states, “Seasons can work magic on us, and writers can work magic with seasons” (Foster 192). The different seasons are a huge part of our lives; we live through each one every year, and we know how each of them impacts our lives. This closeness between people and nature allows us to be greatly impacted by the use of seasons in literature. In addition, Foster lays out the basic meanings of each season for us: autumn is harvest, decline, tiredness; winter is anger, hatred, cold, old age; summer is passion, love, happiness, beauty; and spring is childhood and youth. On the

Meanwhile, mid-morning rain brought a unique smell of wetness an earthy odor of damp dirt that no flower has an aroma of. Sounds of guffawing, loquacious, bubbly, effervescent and vivacious folks echo in the park. Another, fantabulous mouthwatering sweet hickory aroma fills the air from neighboring barbecue grills. Consequently, the more you inhaled the pleasant vapor it made your stomach growl of hunger wanting the palatable cuisine. Fresh cut grass and sweet fragrance speak of a day full of possibilities and work that one could do. High and weak is the winter sun, giving mid light and even less warmth. Scent of fresh air, so undefinable, so deliciously crisp, breathes a new breath in the stale air of winter that hangs on, giving it health and a set of wings for new life. Friends gather on the porch for escapades, relaxation and chow time.

You feel your blood quicken and your flesh drink up the glorious sunlight as you walk out your apartment and into your car. Spring has come and is warm on your lips. The weather is nice and mild. You see the figure that has her gait perched by the roadside at a newspaper stand as you drive off Kingsway road. You try to catch a glance of her face, and you can make out the differences.

What can be more dreadful than autumn? Every year we say farewell to summer and always think of it as the end of the world, to tell the truth, me, too. Undoubtedly, there are people who are fascinated with autumn, they like it. Anyway, it’s a beautiful time of the year, very picturesque and bright, especially during September. Leaves are red, orange, yellow, golden brown and amber. The air is cool, crisp and the sky looks darker and more boundless in the evenings. But…it’s autumn and nothing can be done till the next June. It’s like a damnation and a punishment for relaxed and carefree summer we’ve just spent.

   I wake up before sunrise to the smell of sausage, biscuits, and coffee gives the day an ideal start. After breakfast we head to the hunting field with all of the necessary hunting equipment. The early morning air outside feels fresh and crisp. It feels as if fall is coming soon. The wait for the birds to fly into the field begins as the sun is rising.

There's nothing quite like getting out and about in the fall. From the brilliant, changing hues of the foliage as they contrast with the aptly named evergreens to the migrating geese, whales, and other seasonal species. Fall air seems especially brisk and exhilarating, and early morning frosts turn landscapes into spectacular dreams. Fall also offers shoppers a virtual wonderland as stores enter into their holiday sale events, closing out the summer goods, bringing out holiday present ideas, and attempting to give you just enough of a taste to lure you back for Black Friday.

“Over so fair a land as ours the seasons dance harmoniously and do not spoil its charm by any unseemly conduct on their part. For neither does the winter out of jealousy encroach upon the time of spring, claiming that season’s charm for itself, nor does summer, in the same fashion, stretch out into winter, turning out the season which comes between the two; but each remains within its bounds and divides up an equal measure of the year and gives place when the next season approaches…” - Libanius, Oration in Praise of Antioch

The dreary overcast brought in frigid gusts, a sign that August was slowly transitioning into the early September. Soon, the leaves would adjust to the slightly harsher winds and blossom into beautiful autumn hues. The weather was thought to be a continuous cycle; split off into seasonal sections, but it proved itself to be more than predictable- dangerous. Most danger is difficult to predict, whether it is an accident or something more life damaging- like homicide.

The air was sharp and chilly when he stepped outside, just as he expected it to be in November. He had outgrown his jacket from last year and his father had told him that he couldn't afford another one, so to make up for it Cody wore not one, but two hoodies over top of his only winter sweater. He was uncomfortable and his arms felt stiff, but at least he didn't feel much of the cold.

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.

You can either become suppressed by loneliness or thrive in a large group of family and friends and experience a contentment or peace with life. This season may be rather cold; most likely because by this age any kids you may have had are long gone, but even so there is a sense of warmth to the season. There is warmth in a life well lived. I’m sure you’ve heard the saying of a “long winter,” that’s because this time of life moves rather slowly. The season begins to come to a close. The trees are bare, the grass is dead, and a blanket of snow covers everything in sight. It is an ending, but there is something beautiful about it. The white of winter shows peace, patience, and a clean slate. The world is pure. Life ceases… but not completely. The children you have had, the impacts you have made, and the relationships you have created regenerate back into spring. The cycle does not end, life continues, and there is always hope for a new

October is glorious in Downtown Toronto. It is a perfect 16 degrees, humidity low, and the sky a cloudy white. The familiar rush of pedestrians speeding through the sidewalk exhibits that one is in downtown. Despite it being downtown, there is no traffic. The roads are closed due to the Scotiabank marathon. A couple of runners pass by me, followed by faint cheers. I let out a stifled sigh as a light gust of wind passes by and causes me to shiver.

The sunless sky covered the woods over the treetops which created a canopy over my head. The crimson and auburn foliage was a magnificent sight, as this was the season known as Fall. There was a gentle breeze, creating the single sound of rustling leaves. The leaves appeared as though they were dying to fall out of the tree and join their companions on the forest floor. Together with pine needles and other flora the leaves formed a thick springy carpet for me to walk upon.