Thursday, 23 September 2010

Autumn arrives

It's pouring with rain - steady, quiet, sheeting rain - and we are having discussions at work about autumn foliage in the Gardens, and what is turning already or likely to turn soon... The leaves of a creeper on a fence near the office are brilliant scarlet already, the lindens are gilding themselves, but most other trees are still deep, uniform green.

Outside my office window now
Conkers and yellow leaves;
Autumn arrives.

Or, in the words of a far better poet than me:

"Now is the time for the burning of the leaves,
They go to the fire; the nostrils prick with smoke
Wandering slowly into the weeping mist.
Brittle and blotched, ragged and rotten sheaves!
A flame seizes the smouldering ruin, and bites
On stubborn stalks that crackle as they resist.
The last hollyhock’s fallen tower is dust:
All the spices of June are a bitter reek,
All the extravagant riches spent and mean.
All burns! the reddest rose is a ghost.
Spark whirl up, to expire in the mist: the wild
Fingers of fire are making corruption clean.
Now is the time for stripping the spirit bare,
Time for the burning of days ended and done,
Idle solace of things that have gone before,
Rootless hope and fruitless desire are there:
Let them go to the fire with never a look behind.
That world that was ours is a world that is ours no more.
They will come again, the leaf and the flower, to arise
From squalor of rottenness into the old splendour,
And magical scents to a wondering memory bring;
The same glory, to shine upon different eyes.
Earth cares for her own ruins, naught for ours.
Nothing is certain, only the certain spring."

-Laurence Binyon.

2 comments:

miss*R said...

The leaves of a creeper on a fence near the office are brilliant scarlet already ~ and what would this creeper be? virginia creeper? I have one on my wall here at Villa Maria and it is just now bursting into soft springtime green :)

Imogen said...

Yes, I think it's probably a virginia creeper. I don't know anything else that goes quite that shade of red in the autumn - like cranberry juice in gold...