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.
words excerpted from "fall song" by mary oliver
3 comments:
How can a leaf grow so red?
The perfect title, steven, for a childrens' story - "The Adventures of a Little red Autumn leaf." Feel like writing one?
sort of like going nova.
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