Autumn is Leaving Us

Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn.

~Elizabeth Lawrence

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.

-Mary Oliver

A Birch is Shedding its Leaves

Dream Variations

To fling my arms wide
In some place of the sun,
To whirl and to dance
Till the white day is gone.
Then rest at cool evening
Beneath a tall tree
While night comes on gently,
Dark like me-
That is my dream!

To fling my arms wide
In the face of the sun,
Dance! Whirl! Whirl!
Till the quick day is done.
Rest at pale evening...
A tall, slim tree...
Night coming tenderly
Black like me.

~ Langston Hughes ~

A Small Pond near Vannassen

A lovely pond near an old people's home in Auglend area. As you see some leaves are dropping and we are in the middle of autumn now.