There’s something wonderful about encountering poetry where you least expect it. When I first moved to Seattle on October 31st, 1998, I rode the Metro transit bus every morning and evening to work. I’ll never forget the poetry series they hosted, which ran from 1992 to 2007. Being new to the city and to Washington state, I didn’t know a single person, but I remember finding comfort in the poems that lined the bus walls during my commute. This one, in particular, has stayed with me over the years:
A mute explosion in the night
Has set the harvest woods alight.
Summer expires, autumn spills
Molten copper down the hills.— by Virginia Kammeyer.
Having grown up in deserts and tropical climates, I had never actually seen a true Fall season before. I was unsure about Seattle and unsure whether or not I would stay, but I think this poem helped me see the beauty surrounding me and it changed my whole perspective. Now I look forward to the turning of the leaves, the crisp snap in the air, and all the warmth of the upcoming holiday season.
How about you? What is your favorite time of year? Have you ever encountered a poem or read something so simple and profound that it changed your whole outlook?