Autumn's Pov: A Short Story

As human beings, we are changing each and every moment as we are introduced to new ideas, values and challenges by our surroundings. In Alistair MacLeod 's short story, "To Everything There Is a Season", the author depicts the anxieties and reservations of the narrator 's transition between childhood and the adult world. This story also allows the reader to understand the importance of change in one 's life. The story is set on Christmas Day and the weeks preceding, when the whole family was awaiting for the eldest brother 's arrival. By seeing through the author 's eyes, we can understand the turmoil and conflict as he feels he is trapped in between two sides; childhood and adolescence. Reluctance of changing, "Santa Claus",

When one thinks of a ballet they hear soft rhythmic notes and see elegantly dancing ballerinas softly tip-toeing around the stage. This is also what people in early 1900’s expected to see when they planned to attend a ballet. However, a couple of motivated artists in 1913 literally planned to change the design of ballet, music and dance forever. On May 29, 1913 a ballet named The Rite of Spring premiered in Paris, France. The original title as it translates from Russian to French is; Le Sacre du Printemps, meaning the rite of spring, but the literal translation from Russian to English means “Sacred Spring”. The ballet and music were composed by Igor Stravinsky, with the help of Nicholas Roerich, who proposed the general idea behind the

Jeremy Karr Karr 1 Mrs. Overbeck AP Literature & Composition November 29th, 2014 “To Autumn” Explication John Keats’ “To Autumn” uses the beauty, and abundance in the season of autumn in his ode to create a sense of transformation and rebirth. The poem begins with talks of autumn’s abundance and ripeness of fruit along with the beauty of autumn’s ability to begin the process of rebirth for plants, showing autumn’s simplicity and beauty. However, the speaker begins to talk as if autumn is a woman, one that wants to enjoy the harvest she has worked for during her life, finally using the beauties or songs of autumn that come out as the day ends to suggest that the speaker would rather enjoy what autumn has to offer in his final moments.

"Yes, alpha, have a safe trip.” I hanged up the phone. After hearing about the girl, I was antsy throughout my whole meeting. My wolf wanted to go home right aways so as soon as the conference was done I made it back to my territory. When I reached the pack house everybody was outside having a cookout. The kids were playing while the grownups watched over them.

“No. Not now. The garrison soldiers are listening to us.” my brother said walking in our private room. “Anyways I’m not letting my little brother get in trouble.” he said in with a happy grin. My brother is the leader of the group in our area. “I know it isn’t good to wait but we need to act in secrecy.” Then something was happening is the center of town while we were walking to our homes.

La Chute translated The Fall, was published in 1956 by Albert Camus '. The Fall is Camus’ last completed novel according to the Nobel Prize in Literature. The Fall can be seen as complex. At times, interpreting and analyzing can be difficult to some when attempting to understand the novel. However, according to Referential Anxiety in Contemporary French Fiction by David R. Ellison, there is no right or wrong way to interpret The Fall because Camus never had the chance to explain it himself. David R. Ellison argues that "It seems as if no real progress has been made in deciphering the text’s central enigmas" due to this. For the reader, this is good or bad news. The bad news is that no one can tell you with any real authority exactly how to

"I know who you are, Miss Maxine," Luna said. "I had talked to your mother before, please take a seat." She turns her head to me, I was met with a scary pair of blue

Going into the fall 2014 semester, my family was not in a good place financially, and I was not mentally. Our income had been reduced, meaning I had to step up to help my family. This caused my already weakened mental state to become even more strained and took a toll on me physically. I was not able to concentrate on anything at school, work, and home, it was almost in a blur. When I resigned from the fall 2014 semester, I knew it was something that was needed to make sure I stayed healthy, mentally and physically. Two years went by and I found myself in a better place. Going into the fall 2016 semester, I found the perfect balance between studying, work, and home life. In the end I exceeded all the expectations I had set for myself in every

James Wright’s poem “Autumn Begins in Martins Ferry, Ohio” was published in 1963, and points focus toward the nature of human life in the Rust Belt region of America. Within the Rust Belt, poverty was common due to the after-effects of the Great Depression and the decline in mining. Sports and entertainment were some of the ways that individuals afflicted by poverty were able to escape the reality of their conditions.Wright’s open form poem follows a narrator 's thoughts of his immediate and regional surroundings while watching a high school football game. One may look at this poem as the football game providing not just a mental escape for the parents and townspeople, but also hope for the sons to make it out of the area. However, there are evident negative undercurrents that merit deeper examination. While a positive approach to Wright’s poem acknowledges the surface ideas of hope, the larger thematic idea is that poverty, particularly poverty in the Rust Belt, is inescapable. The symbols within the text that support this theme are the physical burdens of despair, the psychological feeling of hopelessness, and a cyclical nature or inability to grow.

“Hi I’m Axel, and I really like to help people, but am also antisocial. I have one sister named Alexis, who most people call Alex, is my only family. Alexis, unlike me is very outgoing and extroverted, and similar to me, loves to help people. She has a job at a hospital and especially loves to help children. As of right now Alexis and I live separately, just because it’s a bit easier for both of us.” Axel one day had said.

“Sergeant’s orders,” he explained. “One man and one woman, we are your aides to liaison with both the Wolves and compound’s troops.”

Misty dew covers the entire surface of the field. The yellowing corn stalks stand erect and proud until my grandpas tractor comes to end their growth. Autumn slowly weaves its way in and leaves a stain of brilliant color in its wake. Not everyone enjoys such colors, but when you take a second to step outside your doorstep, and look at all the wonders that surround you, you’d be surprised at how marvelous the world can truly be. To me, Autumn is a time for relishing in the colors. Soaking in the oranges and reds while sitting by a warm fire. It’s a time for remembering that everything does end, but it does not have to end in the dreadful way we think it will. Autumn is a time for the closeness of others to keep out the chill of the morning and the starry-eyed darkness of the night.

This poem that I am going to be focusing on is titled "Ode to Autumn",

I remember it like it was yesterday, maybe because it was yesterday. No, I’m just kidding. It was more like this summer. Not this coming summer but the last summer. And not the summer of the year 2016, but the one from this year, 2017.

At one time or another, every person has experienced the beauty of summer. In this time of the year, nature is full of life, the weather is at its finest, and the paramount joys of life can be experienced to their fullest. Then the fall comes, the trees turn lovely shades of red and yellow, and the wind offers a nice chill breeze for relief. Unfortunately, seasons change and the beauty that people once experienced vanishes. People focusing only on the material and petty aspects of life, rather than the beauty around them, will let life pass them, missing out on the true wonders of the world. In his poem “To Autumn,” John Keats utilizes imagery to express the importance of indulging in the beauties of nature, while alive, because humans are mortal beings bound by the limits of time.