Turning the Corner


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.

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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!


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