Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Do you think someone specifically arranged these leaves into a soggy bouquet?
Though I prefer to have a walk built in to my routine, the truth is, I no longer have any such thing. OK. I must make time and space to do the healing work of wandering aimlessly, outside, every day.
And so I did yesterday afternoon, just before dark. I walked, stopped, stared at the sky, noted the progression of the season, sipped the air and marveled at the beauty of the city where I live.
Fall lasts a long time in Washington DC. Though many of the sugar maples and American elms on Capitol Hill have ditched their leaves, the oaks are only now beginning to toss their heavy foliage. When the oaks start shedding, look out! You could be buried in an avalanche of oak leaves, you could! The ginkoes are just coming into their prime goldness. In a week or so the streets will be littered with little yellow fan-shaped leaves. And so on. The important thing is: I took the time to notice. Oh yeah.
I'm very glad I didn't completely miss fall, all caught up in my thoughts, worries and reminiscence as I have been recently. From now until Thanksgiving, when the last of the leaves fall, I'm going to pay attention. Be here now, Reya, be here now!
by Carl Sandburg
I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.
The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper sunburned woman, the mother of the year, the taker of seeds.
The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full of holes, new beautiful things come in the first spit of snow on the northwest wind, and the old things go, not one lasts.
(Poem shamelessly lifted from Steven's blog, The Golden Fish. Thanks, Steven!!)