Fall Songl

Another year gone, leaving everywhere 

It's rich spiced residues. vines leaves,

the underneath fruits crumbling damply

in the shadows, unmattering back

from the particular island

of this summer, of 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 times 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

Comments

[Nancy]

What a gorgeous capture to go with Mary Oliver's poem. It really looks like a painting...so beautiful...

[Antoinette]

Love the dancing, intertwined trees . . .
Beautiful poem to accompany your stunning image.
Hope you had fun trick or treating!

[Beverly]

You're printing this one, right?? Stunning.

[Susan]

I love birch trees and these appear to be dancing together here! This is such a gorgeous image with a very lovely painterly look! The Mary Oliver quote is a perfect accompaniment.

[Jeanine]

So beautiful!