…still it’s not death that spends So tenderly this treasure To leaf-rich golden winds, But life in lavish measure.
No, it’s not death this year Since then and all the pain. It’s life we harvest here (Sun on the crimson vine). The garden speaks your name. We drink your joys like wine. ~May Sarton, from “The First Autumn”
Is there something finished? And some new beginning on the way?
I cried over beautiful things, knowing no beautiful thing lasts… ~Carl Sandburg, from “Falltime” and “Autumn Movement”
I praise the fall:
It is the human season. On this sterile air Do words outcarry breath: the sound goes on and on. I hear a dead man’s cry from autumn long since gone.
I cry to you beyond upon this bitter air. ~Archiblad MacLeish from “Immortal Autumn”
“How innocent were these Trees, that in
Mist-green May, blown by a prospering breeze,
Stood garlanded and gay;
Who now in sundown glow
Of serious color clad confront me with their show
As though resigned and sad,
Trees, who unwhispering stand umber, bronze, gold;
Pavilioning the land for one grown tired and old;
Elm, chestnut, aspen and pine, I am merged in you,
Who tell once more in tones of time,
Your foliaged farewell.”
– Siegfried Sassoon, October Trees
I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars. ~Walt Whitman
All photos were taken this week while walking past Western Washington University garden plots on my way to and from meetings on campus. My routine tasks, my everyday journeyman duties, are rendered extraordinary in the light of petals, pollen, webs, pigment, fruit, seed pods and always, always the nurture of soil and rain. I chanced upon a gardener yesterday and told him the difference his work makes in my day. The rich visual and tactile variety in the gardens is like star-lit nebulae and galaxies scattered about in planter pots and plots.
He looked up, startled, so used to not being noticed, and simply said, “it’s been a good year for the plants.”
In those days, we finally chose to walk like giants
and hold the world
in arms grown strong with love. And there may be many things we forget
in the days to come, but this will not be one of them. ~Brian Andreas
No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it.
Therefore, strengthen your feeble arms and weak knees. Hebrews 12:11-12
She sets about her work vigorously;
her arms are strong for her tasks.
I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do all this through him who gives me strength.
~Philippians 4: 12-13
Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go. ~Hermann Hesse