From Mary Oliver An American Treasure

November 23, 2010

I love all the seasons, but I love Autumn most of all. In my opinion, nobody captures the essence of nature better than our beloved Mary Oliver who I thought of when I saw this magnificent tree in Central Park.  Standing underneath it I felt as though I was in another world, far from the chaotic city. So before the wind blows the last of the leaves off of the trees, I would like to share this poem with you. From Mary Oliver – An American Treasure. Thank you, Mary Oliver!

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

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