Tag Archives: autumn

outside.

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 outside 

 

“i cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house.”

-nathaniel hawthorne

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

 

welcome back, november.

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“at some point the world’s beauty becomes enough.” 

– toni morrison 

 

 

 

 image credit: willowday flower project by gina – sweden

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

from green to gold.

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 one of my favorite author’s

 beautiful words

about my favorite season

as we slip from summer into autumn

the sunday.

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august is the sunday of summer.

-author unknown

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

seeing red.

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the natural beauty of looking up and seeing only red

 

 

‘he tried to imagine the sound of the color red.’

  • -pete hamill

holding the moon in october.

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‘the winds will blow their own freshness into you,

and the storms their energy,

while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of autumn.’

-john muir

 

 

 

image credit: Holding the Moon by Eric Houck