Thursday, September 03, 2009

Thursday Poem - Fall Song

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 that 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.

Mary Oliver
(From American Primitive)

3 comments:

Endment said...

Wonderful blending of image and words - Gourmet Soul Food :)

looking for beauty said...

Superb photo. Such a contrast of these fluid autumn colours in reflection married with the spikiness and clarity of the grasses.
Your capturing of the warmth in this image is brilliant.

nancybond said...

This photo is absolutely stunning! I'd have it on my wall. Spectacular, really.