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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



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Reader Comments (5)

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

October 31, 2015 | Unregistered CommenterNancy

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

November 1, 2015 | Unregistered CommenterAntoinette

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

November 1, 2015 | Unregistered CommenterBeverly

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.

November 3, 2015 | Unregistered CommenterSusan

So beautiful!

November 10, 2015 | Unregistered CommenterJeanine

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