Saturday, October 06, 2007

Fall Song

Another year gone, leaving everywhere
its rich spiced residues: vines, leaves,

the uneaten fruits crumbling damply
in the shadows, unmattering back

from the particular island
of this summer, 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 time's 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

4 comments:

Lydia said...

Thank you for sharing this lovely poem.

Gattina said...

thinking of the autume scene in New England ...

sher said...

Beautiful. I miss real Autumn...the colors, the crisp smell in the air.

HipWriterMama said...

Beautiful.