Saturday, November 8, 2014

Still Autumn

Even though we had 'insta-winter" it is still technically autumn.  Though after last weekend I feel it may be time to bid this season of golden light farewell.  The light is changing, the leaves have left, and the gardens are put to bed.  I took these photos in October.  What amazing clouds!  I think October is my favorite month, though, I really don't like to choosing a favorite.  It was a good Autumn.  Now I am ready for a good winter!

Immortal Autumn

I speak this poem now with grave and level voice   
In praise of autumn, of the far-horn-winding fall.

I praise the flower-barren fields, the clouds, the tall   
Unanswering branches where the wind makes sullen noise.

I praise the fall: it is the human season.
No more the foreign sun does meddle at our earth,   
Enforce the green and bring the fallow land to birth,   
Nor winter yet weigh all with silence the pine bough,

But now in autumn with the black and outcast crows   
Share we the spacious world: the whispering year is gone:   
There is more room to live now: the once secret dawn   
Comes late by daylight and the dark unguarded goes.

Between the mutinous brave burning of the leaves   
And winter’s covering of our hearts with his deep snow   
We are alone: there are no evening birds: we know   
The naked moon: the tame stars circle at our eaves.

It is the human season. On this sterile air
Do words outcarry breath: the sound goes on and on.   
I hear a dead man’s cry from autumn long since gone.

I cry to you beyond upon this bitter air.

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