its rich spiced residues: vines, leaves,
in the shadows, unmattering back
of this summer, this NOW, that now is nowhere
in that black subterranean castle
and the wanderings of water. This
painfully chafes, for instance when autumn
to stay – how everything lives, shifting
in these momentary pastures.
Day 1: Steamy Pots of Simmering Soups
Day 2: Date Nights and Fall Buckets
Day 3: When Music Recalls A Fall Memory
Day 5: Curling Up With “Simply Tuesday” by Emily P. Freeman
Day 6: Turning Your Favorite Family Recipe into a Tea Towel
Day 7: Five Overnight Activities to Enjoy with Your Grandchildren/Children
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I find this poem so sad and reflective. Fall really is a leaving time as we slide into a deep slumber that is winter. Thanks for sharing.
Welcome, Mary! It is one of her more reflective pieces, that's for sure. Thanks so much for stopping by and sharing. I enjoyed your blog and look forward to visiting it again in the future.
Blessings from SC!
What a lovely poem! I'm not familiar with Mary Oliver. I'll have to look up more of her work. I love the last line, "from one bright vision to another, forever
in these momentary pastures."
Hi Karla! So nice meeting you here. 🙂 Thanks for stopping by and sharing your favorite line, which happens to be mine as well. I enjoyed visiting your blog today. I bookmarked it and look forward to visiting it again soon. Blessings!