Thursday, October 24, 2019

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

10 comments:

Pienosole said...

Beautiful, the image and the photo. 🍁❤️

Beth Owl's Daughter said...

Tears in my eyes.. "boisterous and like us longing
to stay.."

Sending all my love...

Barbara R. said...

Ah, tis thus so beautiful, words, image, thoughts, spirits...

Pienosole said...

Oops, I meant to write “the image and the poem”.

Blue Sky Dreaming said...


tears and smiles....so beautiful!























Mystic Meandering said...

Gorgeous photo! This "now" is always changing.... always receding to make way for another "now" - unstatic... life living itself...

Kiki said...

simply über-beautiful. And then of course, Mary Oliver! She says it best.

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Beautiful image
wonderful words
love Mary Oliver

The Furry Gnome said...

Stunning photo!

The Furry Gnome said...

Stunning photo!