The birds fly quietly through us

Am Kestrel Wings in Motion by Salah Baazizi

 

“The birds fly quietly through us.

Oh, I who wish to grow, I look out, and inside me the tree grows.

( … )I take refuge, and refuge is inside me.”
Rainer Maria Rilke

 

 

flicker

Tom Uttch painting

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Approaching Halloween

Woods at night and moon

 

Here’s a poem from an unknown writer.  I like it because it expresses some of my own feelings about this mysterious season:

 

The Veil is Getting Thinner

 

“As I went out walking this fall afternoon,

I heard a whisper whispering.

I heard a whisper whispering,

Upon this fine fall day…

 

As I went out walking this fall afternoon,

I heard a laugh a’ laughing.

I heard a laugh a’ laughing,

Upon this fine fall day…

 

I heard this whisper and I wondered,

I heard this laugh and then I knew.

The time is getting near my friends,

The time that I hold dear my friends,

The veil is getting thin my friends,

And strange things will pass through.”

–   The Veil is Getting Thinner

 

thin veil

 

 

 

Lore of the Door

ldest door in Britain hidden away in Westminster abbey

 

 

“Between the heavens and the earth

The way now opens to bring forth

The Hosts of those who went on before;

Hail!  We see them now come through the Open Door.

 

Now the veils of worlds are thin;

To move out you must move in.

Let the Balefires now be made,

Mine the spark within them laid.

 

Move beyond the fiery screen,

Between the seen and the unseen;

Shed your anger and your fear,

Live anew in a new year!”

–   Lore of the Door

 

lantern

The wren laughs in the early shade

autumn colors

Happy October First!

Here’s a wonderful October poem by W.S.Merwin:

“A child looking at ruins grows younger
but cold
and wants to wake to a new name
I have been younger in October
than in all the months of spring
walnut and may leaves the color
of shoulders at the end of summer
a month that has been to the mountain
and become light there
the long grass lies pointing uphill
even in death for a reason
that none of us knows
and the wren laughs in the early shade now
come again shining glance in your good time
naked air late morning
my love is for lightness
of touch foot feather
the day is yet one more yellow leaf
and without turning I kiss the light
by an old well on the last of the month
gathering wild rose hips
in the sun.”

 


–   W. S. Merwin,  The Love of October

Autumn is here 

What I love is near at hand

Autumn Gate

September is drawing to a close.  Here are a few more September poems:

 

“I have come to a still, but not a deep center,

A point outside the glittering current;

My eyes stare at the bottom of a river,

At the irregular stones, iridescent sandgrains,

My mind moves in more than one place,

In a country half-land, half-water.

I am renewed by death, thought of my death,

The dry scent of a dying garden in September,

The wind fanning the ash of a low fire.

What I love is near at hand,

Always, in earth and air.”

–  Theodore Roethke, The Far Field

 

Happy Autumnal Equinox!

 

“Departing summer hath assumed
An aspect tenderly illumed,
The gentlest look of spring;
That calls from yonder leafy shade
Unfaded, yet prepared to fade,
A timely carolling.”
–  William Wordsworth, September

 

wilkens apple ordhcard sept

 

“But now in September the garden has cooled, and with it my possessiveness.  The sun warms my back instead of beating on my head … The harvest has dwindled, and I have grown apart from the intense midsummer relationship that brought it on.”
–  Robert Finch