Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Autumn's end

just for you...enjoy!

 I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.

The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper sunburned woman, the mother of the year, the taker of seeds.

The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full of holes, new beautiful things come in the first spit of snow on the northwest wind, and the old things go, not one lasts.

Autumn Movement
by Carl Sandburg (1918)

Autumn moonlight--
a worm digs silently
into the chestnut. 

Autumn moonlight
by Matsuo Basho

Autumn Evening
by David Lehman
(after Holderlin)

The yellow pears hang in the lake. 
Life sinks, grace reigns, sins ripen, and
in the north dies an almond tree.

A genius took me by the hand and said
come with me though the time has not yet come. 

Therefore, when the gods get lonely,
a hero will emerge from the bushes
of a summer evening 
bearing the first green figs of the season.

For the glory of the gods has lain asleep
too long in the dark
in darkness too long
too long in the dark.


  1. That was really lovely. Thank-you! But - no, no, no - I am NOT ready for winter! (Like we have a choice.)

  2. Your photos and the verses are perfectly matched. What sweet sentiment for the end of Autumn.

    I imagine the rose I saw today will look like the one in your photo very soon!

  3. What beautiful poetry, and such lovely pictures. I envy you the snow, because we never get it... but I have to confess I can't bear to be cold!

  4. What a beautiful combination of photos and poetry. Is this your own snow??? Currently??? But wait, this is late October. Snow back then? You make snow look so pretty. I miss it.


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