War of the worlds, Forever Autumn.
" The summer sun is fading as the year grows old
And darker days are drawing near
The winter winds will be much colder
Now you’re not here"
Well, as Mike has pointed out, it’s Spring in the southern climes, or Petyan (season of wildflowers) in the calendar of the Kulin people around Melbourne.
But Fall has always seemed to me to be the quintessential American season, from the photos of New England or the Adirondacks, Ray Bradbury’s stories about The October Country to Halloween and Thanksgiving. So in that spirit:
Fall is my favorite season. Orange is my favorite color. Halloween is my favorite holiday. Pumpkin Pie is my favorite Pie.
Besides watching “Its the great pumpkin, Charlie Brown”, watching my yearly list of movies (The Blob, Them, Carnival of Souls), the first fall record I play on the first Sunday Morning of Fall is Autumn by George Winston.
Spinning further from the sun
Here’s October in our lungs
Come outside up in the sky
The birds are leaving
Clouds of instinct fill the air
And whatever brought us here
Come next year will bring again
The birds are leaving
Tell me that a lover’s touch
Is more than nature planting seeds
Or what am I to believe?
South of here the winter’s kinder
So they leave to find fair weather
And how high our spirits rise
On their returning
Tell me that a lover’s touch
Is more than nature passing genes
Or what am I to believe?
Heaven knows why you’re not happy
And heaven knows why I can’t make you
Look outside up in the sky
The birds are leaving