Saturday, September 25, 2010

Red Leaves..., Fall Song...


Red Maple Leaves in September

Look at these leaves.., already turned to their blood-red Autumn hue, look at the sky, cold, white as a starched linen sheet, like it could snow.  Early this year, but beautiful all the same.

Fall Song ~ by Mary Oliver

Another year gone, leaving everywhere
its rich spiced residues: vines, leaves,

the uneaten fruits crumbling damply
in the shadows, unmattering back

from the particular island
of this summer, this NOW, that now is nowhere

Except underfoot, moldering
in the black subterranean castle

of unobservable mysteries ---roots and sealed seeds
and the wanderings of water.  

This I try to remember when time's measure
painfully chafes, for instance when autumn

flares out at the last, boisterous and like us longing
to stay ---how everything lives, shifting

from one bright vision to another, forever
in these momentary pastures.

3 comments:

Olivia said...

Oh what an inspirational fall post!
Hugs,
Olivia

mcmossbrook said...

Ohhh I am already starting to feel the autumn pull of somewhere sun lit where we can all go "Glamping"!
Warmly,
Aleta

Jean said...

Such a lovely pic. Love the leaves when they start to turn, It's one of the things I miss because of living in AZ.