Turning the Corner

Fall

Fall Song by Mary Oliver

Another year gone, leaving everywhere
its rich spiced residues: vines, leaves,

the uneaten fruits crumbling damply
in the shadows, unmattering back

from the particular island
of this summer, this NOW, that now is nowhere

except underfoot, moldering
in that black subterranean castle

of unobservable mysteries – – -roots and sealed seeds
and the wanderings of water. This

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.

Advertisements
This entry was posted in Changes, Reflections and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink.

4 Responses to Turning the Corner

  1. L. Marie says:

    I remember that place! Has it truly been a year since we were there???

  2. skvanzandt says:

    Yes, almost a year. I loved it there. Such a beautiful place!

  3. Martha Moore says:

    I would like to be in that place…..right now. Love the poem..

  4. skvanzandt says:

    We should go there someday, Martha, you and I. Lots of glorious space for creating!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s