Friday, October 23, 2009

october

october breathes in and out
through dove grey skies
painterly oranges and golds.
nightstories are written in
the translucent spiderwebs of
frosty residues.
leaves drift from spindly inkblot branches.
the days end in salmon grey skies
seba by hiroshige

in the autumn i know my subdued self.
the quiet one.
the shadow who dances
through
the wheel's distant reaches.

i know the dark frames
of my kaleidoscopic self.
the lines between the coloured speckles.

the coloured speckles of pure light, pure joy, pure love,
that you and i share
on our passing through this place.

i celebrate - excerpted from "song of myself"

i celebrate myself, and sing myself,
and what i assume you shall assume,
for every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

walt whitman

12 comments:

Delwyn said...

Hi Steven

The words before the Whitman excerpt I imagine are yours and they are lovely.
the 'night stories written in
the translucent spiderwebs of
frosty residues' conjures up a chill morning scene lit by weakening autumn sun...just lovely my friend...

Happy days

Jenny Stevning said...

As always...beautiful! I love this line: in the autumn i know my subdued self. the quiet one.

No wonder I love autumn so. Heartbreakingly beautiful!

The Weaver of Grass said...

Glad to see you are a Walt Whitman fan steven - Leaves of Grass is one of my bibles.

Lovely words and pictures as ever.

NanU said...

Autumn is a beautiful time, and your blog a perfect accompaniment.

steven said...

hello delwyn - yes all the words before th whitman excerpt are mine. thankyou very much. i'm wearing some of my winter gear for biking now even though it isn't winter. but 5 below zero celsius with the good wind i pick up racing down the morning hills - well it's nippy lemme tell you!!! saturday morning by the noosa!!! steven

willow said...

It's a salmon gray sky here this evening, with a few speckles of rain. Happy Weekend to you and yours, Steven, my friend!

ellen abbott said...

Just wanted to say 'hi' steven.

steven said...

hello jenny stevning, the autumn compels me to really look for colour and texture and that's from the visual through to the emotional. it's my favourite time of year because it hovers on the cusp of joy and sorrow, beauty and starkness, the outer and the inner. some of that has to do with the practial fact that it moves from physically comfortable to physically challenging here. part of that has to do with the loss of certain freedoms. at the beginning and the end of each day i say a whispered thankyou for the fact that i am alive. have a lovely autumn evening. steven

steven said...

hello weaver - leaves of grass is in my frequently visited pile of books and has been for the last couple of years. whitman is magic exquisite lovely loving wordsmithing!!!!! have a sweet evening in the dale. steven

steven said...

thankyou nanu!!! steven

steven said...

willow - we've moved to inky blackness and rain. it was cold here today so i rode with winter gloves on through the blustery rainy grey evening home. coming inside into this home is all the more sweeter for a cold wet ride!!! have a sweet evening in the manor. steven

steven said...

hi ellen. thanks for visiting. i'm glad you were able to drop in. i'll be playing catch up tomorrow with all the blogs i follow so i'll see you then!!!! steven