Autumn (R-115)

Autumn is a sad time for me. Not because I have been a college professor for these many years and it marks the beginning of another semester, but because it, both actually and metaphorically speaking, represents the approaching of the end. Leaves fall, grass browns and the harvest is gathered. I find it a surprise that my autumn has arrived and, having submitted my retirement request, I will be "browning" on the sidelines. "Must the winter come so soon?"