(Almost an) Autumn Day
Lord: it is time. The huge summer has gone by.
Now overlap the sundials with your shadows,
and on the meadows let the wind go free.
Command the fruits to swell on tree and vine;
grant them a few more warm transparent days,
urge them on to fulfillment then, and press
the final sweetness into the heavy wine.
Rainer Maria Rilke
Irene seems to have hurried in autumn, or at least that’s how it felt to me two weeks ago now. Are there more red leaves than we’d expect this early in the month of September or do I imagine it?
This is a branch from the tree felled at the height of the storm, cut up now and hauled to the wood pile.
It is lovely to look at but of course it is dead, unlike like the other trees whose seasonal gowns we will soon be admiring.
The wind freshens and things change. Anniversaries come and anniversaries pass. We want to look back always, like Lot’s wife, even when we know the looking might hurt us.
Better to look forward, enjoy the music of Nature’s freshening wind and watch to see what beauties She has in store for us now.