Tag: autumn

wild geese

It has become a tradition for me to read the poem Wild Geese by Mary Oliver on the first morning I hear the geese migrating south.  After listening to her interview with Krista Tippett (On Being), I can only hear the poet reading the…

Rainer Maria Rilke’s Autumn

The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up, as if orchards were dying high in space. Each leaf falls as if it were motioning “no.” And tonight the heavy earth is falling away from all other stars in the loneliness. We’re all…

lessons learned: maple leaves and transformation

Once in the morning and once in the afternoon, I walk the dogs down past the trees which affords me the opportunity to study the colors changing as the weather cools.  This year I’ve noticed that the reds are darker than usual–in some places,…