Friday, October 11, 2013

song for autumn





In the deep fall
    don't you imagine the leaves think how
comfortable it will be to touch
    the earth instead of the
nothingness of air and the endless
    freshets of wind? 

And don't you think
the trees themselves, especially those with mossy,
    warm caves, begin to think

of the birds that will come — six, a dozen — to sleep
    inside their bodies? 

And don't you hear
the goldenrod whispering goodbye,
    the everlasting being crowned with the first
tuffets of snow? 

The pond
    vanishes, and the white field over which
the fox runs so quickly brings out
    its blue shadows.

 And the wind pumps its
bellows. And at evening especially,
    the piled firewood shifts a little,
longing to be on its way.

Mary Oliver, "Song For Autumn"


love.


4 comments:

  1. I love autumn in the mountains. We've been in Brian Head, Utah and it's gorgeous. Love the photos!!

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  2. Fall is my favorite season. Lovely photos!

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  3. THOSE COLORS! Absolutely marvelous to experience real fall. Over here in California, it's still a balmy 80 degrees.

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