As the dog days of summer grind on, I start to turn my attention to autumn. It’s a magical time of the year tucked between the hot and sticky summer, and the cold, harsh winter. If there is one season that can turn back the clock, it is fall. The days slowly start losing length and the humidity fades from the air. Autumn is one of my favorite times of the year. The red, yellow and orange leaves that fill the trees make me enjoy it that much more. Growing up in the northern panhandle, we have all experienced the beauty of autumn. The beautiful displays of color across the mountains look as if someone painted them to be there so perfectly. The weather change almost begs you to get out and enjoy what nature has to offer. While doing so, the sights and sounds that fill your sense are like a whirlwind trip in a time machine.
As a child, I can remember raking the leaves into a pile and jumping through them. My sisters and I also loved collecting pine cones from under the pine trees. After we gathered them we pretended we were building a fire. As we matured, we’ve all established our own lives. We still remain close, but the chill of fall takes me back to when going in separate directions didn’t even cross our
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It’s a moving experience, and this sadness helped me find respect for the animal. William Kittredge and I both felt some remorse after harming an animal. In his story, A Saving Light, he talks about how he wounded the badger with a pistol and when the badger chased him to his truck he thought about shooting him again but he could not. He then felt terrible that the badger probably went back to its burrow and died because of the wound he inflicted. If I were to make a bad shot at a deer, it would have a longer and more miserable death like the wounded badger. The badger probably suffered for an amount of time instead of a more sudden
During autumn, the colored leaves, such as red, orange, and yellow, become brown and fall off with harshness of winter. “She didn’t say anything. They were walking across a parking lot. The autumn made everything ache. Later, it would be worse.
The poem, Autumn Begins in Martins Ferry, Ohio by James Wright is very unpredictable. First time readers will think that this poem is like many other conventional poems that describe the positive or negative aspects of autumn. However, there is nothing but the word autumn itself on the title that refer to this season. This poem, instead, remarks the harsh and unfair reality of the working-class minority groups who are constantly marginalized within the society. This poem also emphasizes how sport, specially football, and alcohol are a form of escapism for some factory workers.
I prepared myself for the upcoming adventurous day. I set out along a less-traveled path through the woods leading to the shore. I could hear every rustle of the newly fallen leaves covering the ground. The brown ground signaled the changing of seasons and nature's way of preparing for the long winter ahead. Soon these leaves would be covered with a thick layer of snow. The leaves still clinging to the trees above displayed a brilliant array of color, simultaneously showing the differences of each and the beauty of the entire forest.
The story of Summer, by David Updike, is set during that idyllic time in life when responsibility is the last word on anyone's mind. And yet, as with all human affairs, responsibility is an ever-present and ever-necessary aspect to life. What happens when the protagonist, Homer, loses his awareness of a certain personal responsibility to maintain self-control? Homer's actions increasingly make him act foolishly, internally and externally. Also, how does Homer return to a sense of sanity and responsibility? To a degree, I would say that he does.
Fall and winter both start to change temperatures and it begins to get a lot colder. Fall is better than winter and spring because in the winter you get runny noses and in the spring the pollen would stop up your nose. Fall is better than any other season because you can go squirrel hunting and deer hunting. Fall is the best season because of Thanksgiving too. Family’s get to get together and eat turkey and dressing. There are football games outside and the temperature is just right so your hands will not fall off.
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The use of visual imagery in each poem immensely contributed to conveying the theme. In the poem “Reluctance”, Robert Frost used this poetic device to better illustrate the leaves of autumn:
Walking through the woods never fails to clear my mind. After spending all day sitting in a stale classroom, filled with stress, confusion, and overwhelming responsibilities, taking a long stroll through the familiar woods behind my grandmother’s house lifts any worries that could ever weigh me down. I never wander through aimlessly. I always follow the trail of grass that has been deliberately cut down shorter than the rest, making it easier to tread through to the small creek at the end of the trail. The entire journey through the woods behind my grandmother’s house, there and back, first took on a whole new importance in my life during my junior year of high school.
Seasonal allergies are the times of the year when most people become very sneezy, wheezy, and congested. Seasonal allergies are usually triggered in the spring time, with the blossoming plants, and during the fall with the dying of the plants; however, seasonal allergies can occur during the winter and the summer depending on your specific allergy trigger.
passed by me, the whirlwind scooped up a dormant pile of leaves lying next to
Fall is sudden, unpredicted, unintentional occurrence resulting in-patient landing on ground or at lower level. Falls and fall related injuries incur cost for the patient as well as the health cares system. The fall has a significant impact in patient quality of life and usually fall has many reasons to happen. Thus, preventing falls among patients in healthcare settings requires a complex approach, and recognition, evaluation and prevention of patient falls are significant challenges. Falls are a common cause of injury and the leading cause of nonfatal injuries and trauma-related hospitalizations in the United States (Barton, 2009). Falls occur in all types of healthcare institutions and to all patient populations. Up to 12% of hospitalized patients fall at least once during their hospital stay (Kalisch, Tschannen, & Lee, 2012). It has been using different strategies in many hospitals to prevent or at least to decrease the incidence of fall. However, the number of falls in the hospitals increases at alarming rate in the nation. The hospitals try to implement more efficient intervention strategies, but the number fall increase instead of decrease. In fact, many interventions to prevent falls and fall-related injuries require organized support and effective implementation for specific at risk and vulnerable subpopulations, such as the frail elderly and those at risk for injury.
Do you ever become sad, or have trouble sleeping, and focusing in the winter, but then when it starts to get warmer, and there is more sunlight you return to being in your usual state of mind? If so, you may be experiencing symptoms of Seasonal Affective disorder, or SAD. Seasonal Affective Disorder is a form of depression that follows a seasonal pattern. It is thought to affect roughly six percent of Americans, and women are four times as likely to be affected as men. Symptoms of SAD include changes in sleeping patterns, general fatigue, loss of pleasure, difficulty focusing, weight gain and thoughts of death or suicide; all of these symptoms are very negative and hurtful to the afflicted persons.
We slowly crept around the corner, finally sneaking a peek at our cabin. As I hopped out of the front seat of the truck, a sharp sense of loneliness came over me. I looked around and saw nothing but the leaves on the trees glittering from the constant blowing wind. Catching myself standing staring around me at all the beautiful trees, I noticed that the trees have not changed at all, but still stand tall and as close as usual. I realized that the trees surrounding the cabin are similar to the being of my family: the feelings of never being parted when were all together staying at our cabin.
The sunless sky covered the woods over the treetops which created a canopy over my head. The crimson and auburn foliage was a magnificent sight, as this was the season known as Fall. There was a gentle breeze, creating the single sound of rustling leaves. The leaves appeared as though they were dying to fall out of the tree and join their companions on the forest floor. Together with pine needles and other flora the leaves formed a thick springy carpet for me to walk upon.
I wandered around the path near the lake because it was always peaceful and quiet there in the morning and the trees that hung over the wide walkway only drew me in more. The cool wind blew continuously, and some of the leaves that barely hung on to the branches were pulled along with it. They floated while dropping slowly, and one of the leaves chose my head as a landing spot. I brushed my hair with my hand, not caring if doing so messes up my hair, since the wind already accomplished that job the second I took a step outside my house.