Autumn Is Here, in Poetry and Prose

“The trees are undressing, and fling in many places –

On the gray road, the roof, the window-sill –

Their radiant robes and ribbons and yellow laces”

~from “Last Week in October,” Thomas Hardy (1928)

I recently learned that there are two different official start dates for autumn. The meteorological beginning of the season was on September 1st, while the astronomical opening is not until the 22nd. For the purposes of this review I’ll incline towards the former. I’ve been watching leaves fall since early last month, after all, but now – after a weekend spent taking a chilly boat ride down the canal, stocking the freezer with blackberries and elderberries, and setting hops to dry in the shed – it truly feels like autumn is here in southern England. Luckily, I had just the right book in hand to read over the last couple of weeks as I’ve been settling into our new place, Autumn: An anthology for the changing seasons.

autumnThis is the third of four seasonal volumes issued this year by the UK’s Wildlife Trusts, in partnership with London-based publisher Elliott & Thompson and edited by Melissa Harrison (see also my review of Summer). The format of all the books is roughly the same: pieces range from one to a few pages and run the gamut from recurring phenological records (Gilbert White and Thomas Furly Forster) and extracts from classic literature (poems by Shelley, Tennyson and Yeats) to recent nature writers (an excerpt from Helen Macdonald’s H is for Hawk; new work from Amy Liptrot and John Lewis-Stempel). Perhaps half the content has been contributed by talented amateurs, about 10 of them repeats from the first volumes.

This collection was slightly less memorable for me than Summer. A few pieces seem like school assignments, overly reliant on clichés of blackberry picking and crunching leaves underfoot. The best ones don’t attempt too much; they zero in on one species or experience and give a complete, self-contained story rather than general musings. A few stand-outs in this respect are Jo Cartnell chancing upon bank voles, Julian Jones on his obsession with eels, Laurence Arnold telling of his reptile surveying at London Wetland Center, and Lucy McRobert having a magic moment with dolphins off the Scilly Isles. I also enjoyed Kate Blincoe’s account of foraging for giant puffball mushrooms and Janet Willoner on pressing apples into juice – I’m looking forward to watching this at our town’s Apple Day in October.

I think all the contemporary writers would agree that you don’t have to live or go somewhere ‘special’ to commune with nature; there are marvels everywhere, even on your own tiny patch, if you will just go out and find them. For instance, South London seems an unlikely place for wildlife encounters, yet Will Harper-Penrose meets up with one of the country’s most strikingly exotic species (an introduced one), the ring-necked parakeet. Jane Adams comes across a persistent gang of wood mice in her very own attic, while Daphne Pleace spots red deer stags from the safety of her motorhome when on vacation in northwest Scotland.

A Japanese maple near the National Cathedral in Washington, D.C. Photo by Chris Foster.

A Japanese maple near the National Cathedral in Washington, D.C. Photo by Chris Foster.

Remarkably, the book’s disparate pieces together manage to convey a loose chronological progression, from the final days of lingering summer to the gradual onset of winter. Here’s Annie Worsley’s lovely portrayal of autumn’s approach: “In the woodlands the first trees to betray summer are silver birches: splashes of yellow dapple their fine, shimmering greenery. Here and there, long wavering larch tresses begin to change from deep green to orange and ochre.” At the other end of the autumnal continuum, David Gwilym Anthony’s somber climate change poem, “Warming,” provides a perfect close to the anthology: “These days I’ll take what Nature sends / to hoard for dour December: / a glow of warmth as autumn ends.”

A few more favorite lines:

  • “Dusk, when the edges of all things blur. A time of mauve and moonlight, of shapeshiftings and stirrings, of magic.” (Alexi Francis)
  • “Go down the village street on a late September afternoon and the warm burnt smell of jam-making oozes out of open cottage doors.” (Clare Leighton, 1933)
  • “There are miniature Serengetis like this under most logs, if you take the time to look.” (Ryan Clark)
  • “Ah, the full autumn Bisto bouquet comes powering to the nose: mouldering leaves, decaying mushrooms, rusting earth.” (John Lewis-Stempel)

My favorite essay of all, though, is by Jon Dunn: playful yet ultimately elegiac, it’s about returning to his croft on a remote Shetland island to find that an otter has been picking off his chickens.

All Saint's Church in Woolstone, Oxfordshire. Photo by Chris Foster.

All Saint’s Church in Woolstone, Oxfordshire. Photo by Chris Foster.

Like Summer, this gives a good sense of autumn as a whole, including its metaphorical associations. As Harrison puts it in her introduction, autumn “makes tangible a suite of emotions – wistfulness, nostalgia, a comfortable kind of melancholy – that are, at other times of the year, just out of reach.” It’s been my favorite season since childhood, probably because it combines the start of the school year, my birthday, and American holidays like Halloween and Thanksgiving. Whatever your own experience of autumn – whether it’s a much loved season or not; even if you call it “fall” instead – I can highly recommend this anthology’s chorus of voices old and new. There’s no better way for a book lover to usher in the season.

With thanks to Jennie Condell at Elliott & Thompson for the free copy for review.

My rating: 3.5 star rating


16 responses

  1. I’d enjoy reading this. Autumn is my favorite season, also. Love Chris’ photos. He wrote in “Spring” didn’t he?

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    1. I don’t think I knew autumn was your favorite season. So many people say it is.

      Yes, Chris is in Spring (which I haven’t read yet; it will have to wait until next year now!) and is under consideration for Winter.


  2. I was quite excited when I dipped into Autumn a few weeks ago, because Janet Willoner is a friend of ours and I had no idea that she was going to be published. Although I loved many of the pieces – including hers of course – I wasn’t thrilled by this anthology. One to pick up in odd moments I think.

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    1. I very much enjoyed Janet’s piece on apple-pressing. I would agree that this book didn’t quite live up to Summer, though I have a hard time pinpointing exactly why. Many very good pieces, and the same formula as the previous, but somehow the parts don’t create as magical a whole — despite my love of autumn as a season.

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  3. I have this collection to look forward to as well. I didn’t read the Spring collection but very much enjoyed ‘summer’.

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  4. Marvelous review, Rebecca! And now I’m all excited for the new season (even though I know in my heart that most of autumn in southern England is just miserable, cloudy, and damp.) Also, that picture of a Japanese maple in DC is beautiful. One thing I do miss about the East Coast!


    1. Thanks! I’ve known some lovely autumns in this part of the world, even if they’re not quite as spectacular as back home. I’m hoping for another month or more of weather good enough for reading out in the summer house.

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  5. We’re going to hit 87 here tomorrow, so I rather wish we were having your autumn! That book looks lovely, and your husband’s pictures are gorgeous.


    1. Ouch! Sounds like a true Indian summer. We had lots of those in the D.C. area when I was growing up. My sister’s Labor Day wedding was hot and sunny and felt like mid-summer.


      1. Wayyyy too hot for my tastes. I grew up in Boston/Cleveland with regular trips to Buffalo, so I don’t mind the cold, really–but I hate heat and humidity. Right now it feels like we get 4 months of summer, 6 weeks of fall, 4 and half months of winter, and 2 months of spring.


  6. Beautiful post! I love Autumn. 🙂


    1. Thanks, Naomi! Do you generally call it Fall or Autumn in Canada?


      1. Fall mostly, but both!


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