While riding with my bike through the countryside, taking in a sunny October day, the rich hues of autumn and this dazzling color burst of nature were charming my eyes. I discovered some wonderful fruits. Colors are served. It seems like plants want to fill our cups and our senses, turning this fleeting transition from summer to winter into food for poetry, which we can enjoy during winter time when colors are muted.
As the poet Rilke put it, “At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honeysweet where you feel it touching the first sounds. Containing depth within itself, darkness, something of the grave almost.”