The story starts out as “Summer was dead but autumn had not yet been born that…
This quote represents Miss Brill’s old age. Using the autumn season means that Miss Brill is long past her prime and is about to enter the final stage of her life – winter. Also, the “yellow leaves” described in the story are colourless and decayed, just like Miss Brill. At the end of the story, the boy and the girl basically say that Miss Brill is decayed and obsolete by calling her a “stupid old thing” who wears a very weird fur around herself.…
Each author writes her essay at a different time of year. This has a significant impact on the thoughts and attitudes on each of them. Dillard writes her essay in recollection of a past summer. Summer is a time when life abounds. The offspring of many animals first venture out into the world in summer, signifying the beginning of new life. Because summer is a warm and bright season, energy is at its peak, and spirits high. In sharp contrast, Woolf wrote her essay in the fall, a time of change from vibrance and life of summer to the dormancy of winter. The autumn is a dark time in which the energy of all living things is depleted. As autumn approaches, many people experience a form of depression called Seasonal Affectiveness Disorder (SAD). The dark time of autumn reflects the dark nature of Woolf's essay and her life.…
For about as long as anyone’s been writing anything, the seasons have stood for the same set of meanings. Maybe it's hard-wired into us that spring has to do with childhood and youth, summer with adulthood and romance and fulfillment and passion, autumn with decline and middle age and tiredness but also harvest, winter with old age and resentment and death. (178)…
In these lines, Hall shows that there is timelessness to the cycle of the leaves. Every spring they sprout, and every autumn they fall. However, the leaves become a part of a timeless story, and each year, they help make new memories. Hall expresses the continuity of the leaves’ stories in the final stanza when he says,…
In the poem talks about leaves resembleing gold in the early morning, and how after those few moments are up the leaf goes back to being green.…
A windstorm in the forest: Wind touches everything, it is powerful and hels to grow, muir uses signhts and sounds, he wants to know what its like for a tree; muir says its safter outside that inside in a storm; like people trees sway back and forth but always come back to where they started.…
The snow never disappeared throughout the winter. Making snow men, having snowball fights, lying on the snow, and skiing through the mountains, my friends and I would indulge in the vast shimmering snow world forever. People say that there are four seasons in Vermont: almost winter, winter, still winter, and road construction. That is partially true—it even snowed at the end of April last year—except for the warm spells that bring unforgettable, charming maple leaves in the fall. The fall of Vermont is colorful, decorated by all the maples trees in green, yellow, orange, red, and even a mix or gradient change between them. The maple leaves form the rainbows near sky, the fineries of mountains, the unique blanket on road. They are the star and protagonist in the fall; they never fail to catch people’s eye. Never did I feel so close to the nature when I was in Vermont, living next to the green mountains and running streams.…
The story, “The Giving Tree,” is a book written by Shel Silverstein that is about the relationship between a tree and a boy. In the beginning of the story, the boy and the tree spend a lot of time together having fun. For example, they would play hide and seek, the boy would play on the branches, and the boy would play king of the forest with the leaves of the tree. The tree would be very happy because she was interacting with the boy. Throughout the story, the boy would spend less and less time with the tree. As a result, the tree would become sad. Once in a while the boy would come back, asking for certain things, and the tree would be happy to help the boy because she loved the boy so much.…
Leaf by Niggle by J.R.R. Tolkien is a complex story that uses many symbols to emphasize the theme of life and death. At the beginning of the story it seems to just be about a man, who is going on a long journey, but wants to finish his painting first. However, after reading the whole story the theme becomes clearer and the story becomes an allegory. Niggle is the main character of the story, he’s a painter, but is not a successful one according to the story. He’s extremely nervous and reluctant to go on his journey. Niggle is kind hearted and is unable to refuse to help others, even if he doesn’t want to. The country where Niggle live has strict rules on helping neighbors, therefore Niggle is forced to help his neighbor Parish, who he is not fond of. Through the symbols used in the story such as Niggles’ journey, his driver, the two voices, the inspector, Niggles tree, the hospital and the mountains; we get a clear vision of what the story is truly representing.…
“When the roots are deep, there is no reason to fear the wind.” This is a famous proverb of Africa. There might be a lot of similarities between human and tree. Therefore, people make comparisons between tree and human easily by their appearances due to their shape——bark is like their skin, a trunk with branches, just like human bodies and arms. In addition, people can also compare the way trees grow and die to the human life. Thus, trees are often used to symbolize of human's lifetime in literature. Speak, a novel, is written by Laurie Halse Anderson that tells the story of student Melinda Sordino’s experience in the first year of high school. Melinda’s heart is like sapling which just takes root, thin and weak after…
That day I wore a hat with a chinstrap and a light fall jacket that I always seemed to take off at some point before I returned home. That crisp autumn day, all of the neighbor kids went over to Mr. and Mrs. Ecuhers and brought along with them their rakes. Mr. Ecuher was a kind old man who had the biggest and oldest tree in the neighborhood. It was an ancient maple tree that looked like a sherbet popsicle when the leaves would change colors fading from red at the bottom, through orange, to yellow on top. Every year the neighborhood kids would go over to Mr. Ecuhers and make the biggest pile of leaves.…
C. Day Lewis wrote this poem reminiscing his boy's childhood at the time that his son was leaving home and becoming a man.He starts out by using the image of changing leaves, which is a reference to change, literally change in season but actually in life. By recalling his son's first football game,he feels that "like a satellite"(line 4). Like the moon orbiting around the earth, so too is himself the centre of his boy, which is now changing. "Wrenched from orbit"(line 5). His son is moving away from him,just like an object in space that drifts away. As the poet describes his son walking away, which is both literal and metaphorical, he uses the word "pathos'" to highlight that his son lacks life experiences ,making the poet anxious. He considers his son as a "half fledged"(line 8) bird that is learning to fly into a wild and dangerous world. The process, however, will sometimes take trial and error.Obviously,he loves his son so much and wants no harm to come to him.Nonetheless, "like a winged seed loosened from its parent stem"(line 12), his son will eventually start his own life and grow his own family.…
I hated winter, the days were short and the nights were long. The howl of the wind in my ears as it blew hair into my face, making it difficult to concentrate on the environment around me. I could feel the cold nipping at my skin, the air turning cloudy in front of me as if I was breathing out smoke. This was winter.…
There was a chill in the air, just enough to make our cheeks rosy. Every so often the breeze would snatch a leaf from the overwhelmingly yellow trees above, and it would spin downward in pirouettes all the way to the ground. Glancing at Chase, my boyfriend of exactly one year, I was reminded of my prior autumn visits to those woods……