A small arrangement on one side of the box which is now the support for my standing computer—nasturtium blossom, a beech bur, and a horse chestnut seed pod—the end of summer and the beginning of fall— along with a few beach stones and in the back my moleskine journal. I still love to copy quotes and take notes by hand.
On the left side is something I wrote a long time ago and found recently. On the right, a passage from a wonderful book by
Sylvia Jorrin which I bought at the
Green Toad Bookstore in Oneonta, NY.
Sylvia's Farm: The Journal of an Improbable Shepherd is beautifully written with lyrical descriptions of the often difficult, always interesting life of a sheep farmer in Delaware County, New York. This passage was written in January but she also talks about autumn.
It is autumn whose brilliance and fleshy colors delude us into thinking winter's days are dark. Autumn, with its gleaming blue and deep purple skies. Its evenings of opal and hyacinth clouds bordered by russet and gold hills; the mornings, with shining leaves, brilliant in the sunlight. And slowly, slowly, the night grows long and the days short.
2 comments:
Your poetry of Autumn is so visual. We are coming into our summer but autumn is my favourite time, thank you, I saw it and felt it and that will keep me going through our hot summer.
Thanks. I found the quote from Sylvia Jorrin's book very moving as well. It's always fascinating to realize the seasons are reversed down under.
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