Tag Archives: autumn

cloud flowers.

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finding a mushroom village – autumn in sugarbush park

 

“mushrooms were the roses in the garden of that unseen world,

because the real mushroom plant was underground.

the parts you could see – what most people called a mushroom –

was just a brief apparition. a cloud flower.” 

-margaret atwood, the year of the flood

 

fall, again.

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my favorite season – fall has arrived

Fall Song

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.

~ Mary Oliver ~

 

 

 

 

image credit: Lumber Jane, Madame Cupcake@etsy

october breathed poetry.

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October breathed poetry —
      beautiful and glowing.

 

~Terri Guillemets, “Tenth verse,” 2018,

blackout poetry created from

Octave Mirbeau, The Diary of a Chambermaid, 1891

 

painting credit: ‘autumn tree’, deborah mcgee, watercolor on paper

the pumpkin march.

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and it is time for the pumpkins to return to the garden…

 

‘the preciousness of life and the changes of weather and the beauty of seasons –

all those things have always sort of dazzled me.’

-anthony doerr

 

 

 

art credit: “The Pumpkin March” – Guinevere von Sneeden