Fall Songs + Trinkets

“Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.”

George Eliot

True Dat, George! Just the other day I woke up to hear my daughter humming while she was getting ready for school. Such is song and chants and poems... they take you by surprise and the next thing you know you are channeling the words through your being, your mind. It’s all good. So good that I think I am going to start a little “Majestic Hudson” booky/arty/party group thingy - a “salon” if you will. In? Details to come. I think it will keep us warm with thought throughout the winter months to come.

 

 

In the meantime, read these poems, curl up with books and sing often and watch those lovely colorful leaves swirl around you!

NATURE XXVIII. AUTUMN' by Emily Dickinson

The morns are meeker than they were,

The nuts are getting brown;

The berry's cheek is plumper,

The rose is out of town.

The maple wears a gayer scarf,

The field a scarlet gown.

Lest I should be old-fashioned,

I'll put a trinket on.

 

Theodore Roethke, The Far Field by Theodore Roethke

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.