Song for Autumn by Mary Oliver
Monday, September 23, 2019
Song for Autumn
In the deep fall
don’t you imagine the leaves think how
comfortable it will be to touch
the earth instead of the
nothingness of air and the endless
freshets of wind? And don’t you think
the trees themselves, especially those with mossy,
warm caves, begin to think
of the birds that will come — six, a dozen — to sleep
inside their bodies? And don’t you hear
the goldenrod whispering goodbye,
the everlasting being crowned with the first
tuffets of snow? The pond
vanishes, and the white field over which
the fox runs so quickly brings out
its blue shadows. And the wind pumps its
bellows. And at evening especially,
the piled firewood shifts a little,
longing to be on its way.
I love this autumn poem by Mary Oliver. It reminds me of stability, longing as the season changes. It is all ok for winter to come. There are so many wonderful things to happen as we move into a new season.
I hope we all "touch the earth" and may the changing of the seasons be a good one for all of us striving for good health.