Saturday, October 23, 2010

the little red leaf

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


Elisabeth said...

How can a leaf grow so red?

The Weaver of Grass said...

The perfect title, steven, for a childrens' story - "The Adventures of a Little red Autumn leaf." Feel like writing one?

ellen abbott said...

sort of like going nova.