I may write one as the air
of Autumn arrived , sun
brings goodness on its
rays, and the skies make your
head rise up!
Until that poem appears in
my journal from my pen,
I think about Richard
Wilbur's poem that says
the morning is awash with
I found Luci Shaw writing
for Flourish Magazine which
also has a Wendell Berry-ness
to it. Here is a Rilke poem found
there . Must write some letters!~
( see that line , keep that Lost ART
Lord: it is time. The Summer was so immense.
Lay your shadow on the sundials,
and let loose the wind in the fields.
Bid the last fruits to be full,
give them another two more southerly days,
press them to ripeness, and chase
the last sweetness into the heavy wine.
Whoever has no house now will not build one anymore.
Whoever is along now will remain so for a long time,
will stay up, read, write long letters,
and wander the avenues, up and down,
restlessly, while the leaves are blowing.
Autumn Garden, Van Gogh