The poem
The name -- of it -- is "Autumn" -- The hue -- of it -- is Blood -- An Artery -- upon the Hill -- A Vein -- along the Road --
Great Globules -- in the Alleys -- And Oh, the Shower of Stain -- When Winds -- upset the Basin -- And spill the Scarlet Rain --
It sprinkles Bonnets -- far below -- It gathers ruddy Pools -- Then -- eddies like a Rose -- away -- Upon Vermilion Wheels --
the name--of it-- is Autum. Have you ever though that it could mean her minstral cycle? or after Autum there is winter wich could in fact be the clensing? there are many things that that could mean. I as a young
woman have to ponder on the thought, on whether it was the clensing or her minstral cycle.But I can't help but to think, that maybe in the spring everything is fresh and new and a time for "re-birth" and in the summer is a time for conservitude, Wich autum is the time for deth and getting rid of un-wanted things and winter is the cleansing an purity of her body. Wright me and tell me what you think.