exquisite! the leaves are as close to nuzzling and cuddling as leaves can get . . . .the sun wshing through the leaves -phew! mary says "flares out at the last, boisterous and like us longing to stay"i think that's some of the beauty of autumn - that knowing that it's marking the stage of the cycle before so much shuts down or hides away or retreats to a good place until the sun comes back full blast. steven
I agree Steven. The sufi acupuncturist says that's what brings on the awe in fall, that longing to stay when staying is never possible.
Brrrr- cold here now, no amount of poetry will make it warmer, or acceptable. Must adjust my adjust-o-meter, Get out the winter gear. Bleahhhh.
Those lovely photos are a wonderful frame for a beautiful fall poem.
Love the leaves against the brick. Love the heating tech that fixed my furnace on Friday. Hello cold nights!
Hey Reya! Wonderful Mary Oliver, as usual. And wonderful leaves, too. :)
That woman captures beauty with words the way you capture it with a camera. Wonderful post!
Thanks Pauline. Mary Oliver can not write a bad poem, apparently.Hi Steve!! (waving)Glad the rest of you are warm and snug. We have a few weeks here in DC before it gets cold. Fall lingers here ... a perc of living in the south.
Wonderful post as always, Reya. You're the best.
No, Merle, YOU are!
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