Lithia Park in Autumn
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
