Lines Written in the Days of Growing Darkness
Every year we have been
witness to it: how the
world descends
into a rich mash, in order that it may resume.
And therefore
who would cry out
to the petals on the ground
to stay,
knowing as we must,
how the vivacity of what was is married
to the vitality of what will be?
I don't say
it's easy, but
what else will do
if the love one claims to have for the world
be true?
So let us go on, cheerfully enough,
this and every crisping day,
though the sun be swinging east,
and the ponds be cold and black,
and the sweets of the year be doomed.
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5 comments:
A seasonal dirge, a cyclical momento mori.
Thanks.
Thanks from me too - and the photo is gorgeous!
Yeah, the Rogers Red grapevine is starting to blaze now. Went to the Native Plant Society's sale last Sat and discovered it's a Ca. native. Which was a happy surprise. It's a vigorous grower, has a stereotypical, picture-perfect looking soft green leaf in the summer, then its blazing glory in the fall.
I had no idea that there were native grapevines! Well, you learn something every day!
Yeah, that was a surprise. I have another type of grapevine, much smaller leaves, much less lush growth, and thought that was the native one. But, no, the Roger's is native for sure.
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