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Ephemeral Songs of Fall

Tulip Chowdhury
Fall holds sweet music and colourfill changes in nature in Amherst, Massachusetts. This season, like a fleeting phase of weather, comes with whispers of winter and sighs of the fading summer. But the short time it stays with us makes it all the more attractive. Like the lightning that strikes us with its spark of light fall dazzles us to be swiped away under the snow and cold of deadly winters that New England usually weathers. People here are busy paying homage to arts and music in this season, for those long winter months are for more of fire and coffee by the hearth.
Like the sun that casts its bright rays before setting Kath Bloom and Tom Hanfod held an evening of enchanting songs before cold days will start keeping us in. T he event took place at Food for Thought Books shop. Kath, an American singer and songwriter was on a tour with Tom, the visual artist, musician, children's performer and a teacher. The evening was packed with people from all walks of life. Students, faculty members and local residents were entertained with songs of nature and romance. Kath's songs like, There's a wind that blows in from the
And it says that loving takes its course. Come here. Come here.
No I'm not impossible to touch, I have never wanted you so much. Come here. Come here.
Have 1 never laid down by your side? Baby, let's forget about this pride. Come here. Come here...
Tom Hanford's song “If you would be mine" touches the heart for it's a song that speaks of a lonely heart loving a woman who is not his but he wants her even at moments when the other man loves her just a little less. Both had plenty of songs
dedicated to nature. Kath and Tom used guitars and the mouth organ simultaneously when they sang.
Poetry readings are frequent events this season. September was the time for Amherst Poetry Festival, a weeklong poetry reading around the town. UNITY, an organization working for global peace held a cultural evening on September 20th in which along with Camilla and Tim, 1 was fortunate to read some of my own poems. Camilla was the voice of the youth with her poems of young voices asking questions to the White House on present economic crisis in the USA and indigenous issues.
Rao's Cafe, hosting its monthly poetry evenings had four poets reading for the month of September. Here Paul Jackmauh, the organizer of the poetry evenings read his poems along with Snow)’, T ulip and Katy. Snowy began her poems with the first one cursing a betrayed love, her life story. Perhaps poetry and cursing usually do not complement each other but that was the charm of living in this land: America, the land of the free! If love hurts, why can’t you put that into poems? Poems are the inward voices, happy or sad.
Fall is not only about music and poetry
but it is also the season when people hit the streets with their bikes. You can see bikers of all kinds, usually with bandana on their heads enjoying the chilly wind cutting through their bodies as they race down highways. These days 1 cannot walk outside without some music with every step. The fallen leaves pile the ground and with music at every step. It goes “crunch..crunch...crunch....’, fast or slow depending on how I walk.
The bees are busy with their last buzzing while collecting the fast drying nectar. Squirrels scurry here and there, nuts in their mouths and give off short staccato sounds when disturbed by human encroachers. The crickets having droned gustily for the summer now sing with a laziness that comes with winter's approaching cold. And the migrating geese honk loudly as they fly away to warmer lands. Some birds around the garden continue to amuse me with their cheery songs, only they wake up late these days for the mornings are so cold and foggy! And I hum my favorite Tagore song to fall, "Sharoto alo'r komolo bon-e ... Bahiro hoye.... ’