Sunday, October 25, 2009

"Song for Autumn"

In the deep fall don't
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


  1. Oh, just lovely, Lorrie. What a wonderful poem, thanks for sharing!

  2. so pretty! I have never heard this.

  3. Oh, so beautiful, Lorrie!! Thank you so much for sharing this - a great way to start my week!! Hugs, Silke

  4. Lorrie you take the most BEAUTIFUL photographs. I look at mine and think how terrible they look. Even more importantly you always have something so beautiful and meaningful to say with them.

  5. Oh Lorrie...I LOVE the poem..just the firewood shifting...

    Getting close to Halloween....

    more later,