Suddenly it’s fall — even though it felt darn near like winter earlier this week — and Ashland is changing again. 

The tourists are largely gone and the students have returned. The days are shorter and colder. There’s snow dusting the mountains and frost on windshields in the morning. And everywhere the leaves are falling in flurries of orange.

This is a time when the city seems to take a collective breath — when the busy summer is over but the slowness of the winter hasn’t yet set in. 

Here are my thoughts on the city and the season:

Ashland in autumn

The leaves litter the streets.
The ashes of the trees,
the orange ashes of the past
seasons in Ashland.
Autumn is a season of change.
Ashland is a city where change
is welcome as long
as you remember the past.
Hold a leaf, keep it
through the winter
as a reminder of fall
and spring and
the link between.

What thoughts do you have on Ashland in autumn? Surely someone can write a better poem than mine. Post yours below or send them to hguzik@dailytidings.com.

Photo by jNY Vie GR