We call the Autumn “Fall” due to the falling leaves, but I have also noted other kinds of “fall” that seem to happen in these months: As summer is over and students return to school, moods can fall both for parents and students as the summer fun ends and the work begins again. As the days begin to shorten, and darkness falls sooner every night, moods fall just a bit — or a lot. You may have felt this shift in mood — and I know I have. But one thing I’ve always loved about Autumn is the colors!
It’s true that no one comes here to San Jose to see the Fall Colors. That’s more of a northeast destination. On the California Fall Color website linked below, which says in small lettering “Autumn happens here too,” you can see how you’d need to go up to the Sierra mountains before you would see much of a fall colors display.
https://californiafallcolor.com/map/
People say that here in the San Francisco Bay Area, we go from Summer to Winter, with temperatures in the 90s through most of October, then suddenly it’s cold and rainy. We have a small maple tree in our backyard that seems reluctant to turn colors until the last minute before its branches are suddenly bare. If you blink, you miss it… But across the street is a tree that lets me know throughout October, that the season has turned to Autumn.
It was Autumn one year when I had a poetry class and was assigned to write a poem in iambic pentameter. That same fall, I was in a World Music graduate class studying Indonesian, Chinese, and Classical Indian music (which I particularly loved). So naturally, my iambic pentameter poem reflected both the season, and my new interest in classical Indian music. I had noticed a leaning in on nasal consonants in recordings and a couple of live concerts, so I based the rhyme scheme on the nasal consonants, n and m, rather than on vowel sounds.
Because I love a good metaphor, and nature provided a perfect example with the cycle of life, death, and rebirth, that can be applied to life itself, or to the cycle of the creative process, or to any cycle that renews and continues on, I chose to write about the journey a maple leaf takes.
The poem became a song, which I recorded on wire and nylon strung harps with a wooden flute and tablas (pictured here).
You can hear Maple Leaf (which is on my Rendezvous with the Moon CD) on Spotify:
https://open.spotify.com/track/3aDrOo2XrtVJjNTbtlmTEX?si=uqsn-oxkSL6_BdKUq0Ma6A&utm_source=copy-link
Or look for it on Apple Music, Pandora, and other platforms. If you still have a way to play CDs, you can order one here (or purchase the downloads if you prefer): https://verlene.com/rendezvous.html
I made a video and included photos I took while visiting a friend on Vashon Island in Washington. Here is the video on YouTube:
https://youtu.be/bu-dElt66LE?is=sJTx9R7bo0-iNF1X
Here are the lyrics:
Maple Leaf
© 1998 Verlene Schermer
The maple leaf turned ripely
autumn-toned
And fell uncertainly toward the ground
But then was rescued by a whirling
wind
And carried to a brisk, impatient
stream
And set so lovingly and lightly down
It did not sink, but floated swiftly
on
And on past apple orchards, meadow
lands
And rocky crags. The river over
ran
The cliff’s tall edge and with it fell
the brown
Half-moistened maple leaf. “How
far I’ve come!”
The leaf exclaimed, “and yet how far
from home
With no way ever to return again!”
And with the water falling all around,
It plunged into the pool’s dark
depths. And then,
It floated to the surface where the
sun
Beat down its warmth to push the
process on.
The blackened maple leaf could not
have known
That it would finally come to
winter-in
Among the mildew in the stagnant pond.
But this was not the lengthy journey’s
end:
The decomposing leaf would now return
Its elements into the pool, the ground
And then into the air where they might
find
Their way back to the tree in early
spring
To feed her for the new growth on her
limbs.
And as her spring-and-summer-worth of
green
Begins to turn to gold when autumn
comes,
She’ll willingly release what she has
grown
Because the cycle must continue on;
Because the cycle must continue on.
May we always be reminded that the Fall is only one small part of the journey, and that the cycle “must continue on!”












