Another year gone, leaving everywhere
its rich spiced residues: vines, leaves,
the uneaten fruits crumbling damply
in the shadows, unmattering back
from the particular island
of this summer, this New, that is now nowhere
except underfoot, moldering
in that black subterranean castle
of unbelievable mysteries – roots and sealed seeds
and the wandering of water. This
I try to remember when time’s measure
painfully chafes, for instance when autumn
flares out at the last, boisterous and like us longing
to stay – how everything lives, shifting
from one bright vision to another, forever
in these momentary pastures.
Cannot leave this post without sharing my true identity of being a genuine certified SNOWFLAKE. Therefore, Paul Olson, your serene capture of all of the elements I cherish are in sharp FOCUS….Shady Grove covered in the white stillness that is being carefully guarded by an aptly named SPIRIT!!! Who could possibly envision a better balance of nature and Man’s Best Friend??? Spirit….even though my name is Keith, I do claim to being female so I feel sure you would grant me equal rights to becoming a faithful member of your fan club!!! You are indeed the SPIRIT (PUP-ULAR) we all enjoy!!!