Thursday, October 10, 2013

Falling leaves

 
 
 
 
 
 
October 10th

Now constantly there is the sound,
quieter than rain,
of the leaves falling.

Under their loosening bright
gold, the sycamore limbs
bleach whiter.

Now the only flowers
are beeweed and aster, spray
of their white and lavender
over the brown leaves.

The calling of a crow sounds
loud—a landmark—now
that the life of summer falls
silent, and the nights grow.
Wendell Berry
 
 

The valley grows wild with riotous colour - a last fling before
 
somber November comes to haunt us with its memories
 
 
 
 

3 comments:

Penny said...

Such lovely colours.

Sallie (FullTime-Life) said...

Your photos are the perfect illustrations for Wendell Barry's lovely poem. Fall is wonderful. The caption on the last picture (.... 'flinging herself into oblivion') is especially lovely.

RamblingRound said...

Love the autumn verse and photos.