song for autumn

officially fall, here is mary oliver’s song for autumn…

don’t you imagine the leaves dream now

how comfortable it will be to touch

the earth instead of the

nothingness of the air and the endless

freshets of wind? and don’t you think

the tress, especially those with 

mossy hollows, are beginning to look for

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

stiffens and the white field over which 

the fox runs so quickly brings out

its long blue shadows. the wind wags

its many tails. and in the evening 

the piled firewood shifts a little,

longing to be on its way.



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