A Song for Autumn (Poem by Mary Oliver)

A Song for Autumn (Poem by Mary Oliver)

Song for Autumn poem by 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.

by  Mary Oliver

Song for Autumn poem by Mary Oliver

I work to amplify good wherever I find it. I love color, texture, beauty, great ideas, nature, metaphor, deliciousness, genuine spirituality, and exploring new territory. I encourage authenticity, nurture creativity, champion sustainability, promote peace, and hope to foster a new renaissance where we all are free to be our most fulfilled, multifaceted, and terrific selves. Read more here.

2 Comments

  1. Sue Krevitt 12 months ago

    Mary Oliver’s poetry is….is…
    beyond my meager words of praise!

    Thank you, dear Polly, for bringing us her Autumn leaves this morning.

  2. Sue Krevitt 12 months ago

    P.S. Oh! I meant to thank you for your lovely Fall Fotos, as well!
    Beautiful….beautiful. Fall color is such a Special Treat.

    (We need Treats right now….)

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