Thursday, September 23, 2010

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

2 comments:

Amy said...

love this pictures....as if leaf and branch are embracing...beautiful

Silver Birch said...

Once again a beautiful picture and words that hit the spot. Thankyou once again for sharing such richness. Particularly the last three lines speak to me!