KEITH OLSON – PHOTOGRAPHER – SERIES VI – FALL TO WINTER IMAGES & SELECTED POEMS

AUTUMN

By Joan Mitchell

The rusty leaves crunch and crackle, 

Blue haze hangs from the dimmed sky, 

The fields are matted with sun-tanned stalks — 

Wind rushes by. 

The last red berries hang from the thorn-tree, 

The last red leaves fall to the ground. 

Bleakness, through the trees and bushes, 

Comes without sound.

A FALL SONG

By Mary Oliver

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.

NOVEMBER

By David Budbill

Where do you enter a circle?

When there is no beginning, Where do you break in?

Say November, Here. Enter through the emptiness.

 

Sere gray. Sere brown. The bare trees.

their skinny fingers darkened by the rain, stretch

against the sky. The earth is dank and chill

As an old deserted cellar. Barren. Without song.

The sky is empty, the birds are gone.

Everything is waiting in the rain.

 

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Five o’clock; almost dark. Chimney smoke lies down,

Crawls across the meadow like a slow soft snake.

And he, just come from the woods, stands watching.

The cold fog is silver on his woolen shirt.

 

Bank on bank of clouds, like the folds of a shroud,

layer over the mountains.

The sky steals light from both ends of the day.

This is the day the lead sky comes down.

Say good-bye to the the ground. In the morning: white

It will snow all night tonight.

SPIRIT AFTER FIRST SNOW - NOVEMBER 2021 - PHOTO BY PAUL OLSON

To view previous Keith Olson’s previous fall photos and accompanying poems – click here 

1 thought on “KEITH OLSON – PHOTOGRAPHER – SERIES VI – FALL TO WINTER IMAGES & SELECTED POEMS”

  1. 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!!!

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