Thursday, October 13, 2022

Thursday Poem, 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

2 comments:

Barbara R. said...

I'm so thrilled to read this here today. And especially since it is also posted on another of my favorite blogs today as well! Great minds...!

Mystic Meandering said...

Hauntingly beautiful photo of the forest! All those rays of light breaking through the trees - calls to me in some deep way... Nice meditative picture.... Maybe I need time in the silence of the forest :)