AUTUMN THOUGHTS

Something I noticed in myself!

My motivation has decreased, my mood is low, I’m anxious, my feelings are mixed, I’m exhausted.

The things I love the most no longer bring me joy, I can’t make sense of them.

The days are getting shorter and the weather is getting colder, there’s the rush of work and stress, maybe that's why.

You know how the warmth of the sun gives peace and happiness to a person, maybe the decrease in sunlight has triggered seasonal depression.

Maybe my hypothalamus is affected, and my melatonin and serotonin production is unbalanced 😊

The reason I feel tired, lack of joy, and consequently my depressive mood might be because of this.

I thought about it,

I realized it’s just the sadness of autumn.

"As you think of me one day, order a poem for me. Let's talk about September," said Cemal Süreya.

You crossed my mind, let's talk about autumn for a bit.

Autumn is a romantically sensitive season.

A calmness comes over you.

In this season, the search for oneself begins, with a retreat inward. It’s the season of sorrow, the "hazan season" as the old saying goes.

But autumn is actually beautiful.

It’s beautiful with the yellowing leaves and the falling rain, for those who are aware.

It’s the season of endings, but also of new beginnings.

Autumn is beautiful with its fading colors,

The most beautiful blond is autumn, in my opinion, you can never get enough of its view 😊

"Who knows, memories,

What do you want from me,

When autumn comes?"

These verses from Cahit Sıtkı came to my mind.

I was transported years back, to my youth in the rainy autumn streets of Mudanya; yellow and orange leaves on the streets...

Turgut Uyar, Cemal Süreya, Yahya Kemal Beyatlı, Attila İlhan beautifully talk about autumn in their poems.

Attila İlhan is an autumn evening,

"Yet here I am, evening has fallen My leaves are falling Slowly, slowly My name is autumn" he continues.

Ahmet Hamdi Tanpınar;

"The color of leaves, sun and death, listen to your heart, look at your horizon"

He advises, perhaps on an autumn evening.

Ataol Behramoğlu, as the coolness of an autumn morning fills his lungs, the feeling of always starting again is born with every awakening.

Oktay Rifat;

In Meeting in Autumn, he tells "I was coming to you through leafy roads, Istanbul,"

Refik Durbaş;

"Wrap me in an autumn evening Which of my lifetimes loved you Only autumn rains knew And the autumn falling in your hair"

He says, while feeling cold.

Autumn is beautiful,

Maybe its most beautiful form is in poetry.

Or perhaps autumn itself is a poem.

I also love the daisy season, but I love autumn the most.

I wrote these lines on an autumn night,

I realized it was the sadness of autumn within me.

With my love…

Seher BAKIM