Saturday, November 9, 2013

SONG FOR AUTUMN



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


5 comments:

  1. Too funny! One of my blog readers shared this poem with me not long ago and I just did a painting inspired by this poem for them!

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  2. What a beautiful poem! and the pictures too. Thank you for sharing both

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  3. Beautiful poem and great pictures! Thank you for sharing both.

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  4. What a gorgeous poem. When I read something like that I realize that I usually don't "see" at all the world around me.

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