Fall and grief are certainly the theme for us northern-hemisphere-higher-latitudinarians in these moments. However, for me, also seduction!
I live on the boundary between the solid, staid boreal greens of softwoods and the extravagant, flamboyant fiery autumn color of hardwoods and I am about to be bribed by the painted cajolery of maple, oak, birch and aspen to stand for another winter.
(A meditation on a Moment by Sanna Karlsson)
The emblazoned hills of color lining Lake Superior, like fine beers of an Octoberfest, will leave me woozy in my resolve to resist another winter. The golden larch / tamarack of late October, those strange deciduous conifers of our wetlands, will finally totally enrapture, casting me under their spell.
Then winter will roar across from Canada some starless night. New snow will cure any autumn grief. I will search for my snowshoes and wax my skies. The seduction works every year.