Photo by Devin Leary
AUTUMN MOVEMENT, by Carl Sandburg
I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.
The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper sunburned woman,
the mother of the year, the taker of seeds.
The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full of holes, new beautiful things
come in the first spit of snow on the northwest wind, and the old things go,
not one lasts.
Photo by Devin Leary
Love the poem. Love the photos!
Great poem and photo to start the week!
Really magnificent, thank you.
Ann, thanks for taking the time to post the photo’s, I always love them. Devin’s work is beautiful. Happy Monday to all.
Shades of “Mending Wall” in Devin’s photo. Robert Frost would have been proud.
When we are young, fall feels like a beginning. In middle age, fall is that rich opening of the third act.
“fall is that rich opening of the third act”
Patricia, are you quoting someone or did you write that? I love it.
Just me
I still get that giddy back-to-school feeling on the first crisp days of early fall.
Then you are still young at heart. But we knew that
Patricia, pure poetry. Truly.
im from ceredigion, wales, uk ive just started following your page and i love it. your daughters pictures are just beautiful also poem. is it possible that you could print a denis poem ive been looking on different sights but cannot find them. would love to read them. loved the pictures of italy that you posted.
Thanks Carol. I don’t think you would be able to find them online, but I’ll ask him if i can post one after the event.
thats very kind of you look forward to reading it. hope your not getting the bad weather thats hitting your country at the moment.
LOVE Devin’s photos!! They speak the 1,000 words for autumn.
This time of year epitomizes yin/ yang for me–high energy brought by cool air, lush color and warm sun, pricked suddenly by melancholy.
Patricia, your “rich opening of the third act” blows me away. Wish I thought of things like that!
Ann, thanks for sharing Mr. Sandburg’s work. You always find poetry that goes straight to the heart.
Fall does not last long enough. It is my favorite time of the year. It ushers in the excitement of the holidays, families, fireplaces, heartier meals and my landscaping goes to sleep. Nature provides the landscaping now and it is a beautiful sight even in the snow.
If my horses and dogs could talk, it is their favorite time too, no bugs!
Ann, I saw this today online and hope you don’t mind me sharing it. Since I was born and raised in the Detroit area this really touches my heart. Thanks to your husband for all his charitable works. Detroit really needs it these days.
http://www.freep.com/article/20111025/ENT01/111025058/-Rescue-Me-star-Denis-Leary-signs-help-Detroit-firefighter-documentary-Burn-
amanda – thanks so much for the link. i hadn’t seen this great story.
Ann, did the issue of Equestrian Quarterly come out yet.. the one you did the pics for?
Love this. What a beautiful post, and what dreamily beautiful photos by Devin.
I too love fall. But lately it sometimes sends me swooning overmuch with wistfulness and melancholy.
Or it could be hormones, maybe.