However, Dickinson also finds beauty in autumn. She describes the season as "splendid," and she says that it is "the time of year I most enjoy." She finds comfort in the knowledge that autumn will eventually give way to spring, and she believes that death is merely a transition to a better life.
In Dickinson's poetry, autumn is a complex and multifaceted season. It is a time of beauty and decay, of life and death. It is a reminder of the passage of time, but it is also a source of comfort and hope.