fall song.

today's joys:
the sparkle of lake champlain, mumford's new album, yoga class, and a beer & burger at three penny with brett and his coworkers. 

this poem was read at the end of the yoga practice tonight. enjoy.

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 

1 comment:

Kat said...

Oh how I wish I could go back to that yoga studio with you!