A Poet’s Nod to Autumn – Mary Oliver’s Fall Song
Poetry done well has a way of meandering its way into one’s soul. It moves us, inviting us to observe life from a fresh perspective. Mary Oliver is my favorite poet. Every time I read her work I want to grab paper and pen. Every. Single. Time. She inspires me—and I believe she will inspire you as well, which is why I’m sharing her Fall Song with you today.
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Fall Song
Another year gone, leaving everywhere
its rich spiced residues: vines, leaves,
its rich spiced residues: vines, leaves,
the uneaten fruits crumbling damply
in the shadows, unmattering back
in the shadows, unmattering back
from the particular island
of this summer, this NOW, that now is nowhere
of this summer, this NOW, that now is nowhere
except underfoot, moldering
in that black subterranean castle
in that black subterranean castle
of unobservable mysteries – roots and sealed seeds
and the wanderings of water. This
and the wanderings of water. This
I try to remember when time’s measure
painfully chafes, for instance when autumn
painfully chafes, for instance when autumn
flares out at the last, boisterous and like us longing
to stay – how everything lives, shifting
to stay – how everything lives, shifting
from one bright vision to another, forever
in these momentary pastures.
in these momentary pastures.
– Mary Oliver
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Day 1: Steamy Pots of Simmering Soups
Day 2: Date Nights and Fall Buckets
Day 3: When Music Recalls A Fall Memory
{Sunday}
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
