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Saturday Poetry

Autumn Song © Susan Tino Santillo
Song for Autumn
by Mary Oliver

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.

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  • October 25, 2008, 11:19 am Randilin

    Hey Randilin from the Pagan bloggers network. I’m just surfing through the various members today and checking out the blogs and visiting. Thanks for being apart of our little group.

    What a great poem, thanks for sharing it..

    I noticed that you no longer have the pagan Bloggers Network Banner up. If you want to stay apart of the network and continue to be listed could you please put the banner back up. Its only fair to the rest of the members.

  • October 25, 2008, 11:25 am Moonroot

    This is so beautiful. Thank you.

  • October 25, 2008, 2:09 pm Shades of Scorpio

    And the picture is really really lovely as well.