Fall is upon us,
and I begin to wonder,
Will the change be as slow and patient as the leaves?
Shades of green will soon transform into hues of yellow and orange,
a signal of the aroma of pumpkin spice and the crisp coolness of a passing breeze.
A jacket snuggled around our torso, still open and inviting,
It is not winter’s time.
Fall is upon us,
and I wonder,
Will the change be as rapid and abrupt as an over-ripening banana?
Will the days grow dark and interminable, a lingering bitterness in the air?
A dullness similar to the sable blackness
overtaking what was once a vibrant yellow on the now lifeless fruit,
a dreadful goodbye to our golden sun.
Fall is upon us,
and I stop wondering
how change will present itself.
I halt my attempt to unravel this season’s gift,
because good or bad—
It’s a gift.
To watch the autumn leaves turn,
to feel the tickle of the wind on our half-covered collarbones,
scarf wrapped too loosely,
a protracted sickness on its way.
To be snuggled by a warm jacket,
to spend our lengthy days together,
to say goodbye to our sun’s gold, knowing it will return.
It’s a gift,
to wonder.
Fall is upon us.
Lincey Bazile is a senior at Bunnell High School. She loves staying active and is on the varsity volleyball team and track and field team, which she is captain of at BHS. She enjoys reading and writing (especially poetry) and owns her own blog. She is passionate about mental health advocacy, community involvement, and working with children, and represented Stratford as the 2025 Barnum Festival Princess.
