someone else's steps

everywhere

what it looks like when things are drying

what it looks like when things are getting cut out

everywhere

door waves 

third floor backyard

Mary Oliver's book of poems A Thousand Mornings is helping me to appreciate this marshy fall. The leaves on the trees outside of our window are bright, bright gold. I'm not sure what it is about this year, but the seasons feel so pronounced. What can we learn from our preoccupations? Or, what am I talking about when I talk about trees? The book is full of beauty and insight. I dog-eared this one:



            Poem of One World

            This morning
            the beautiful white heron
            was floating along above the water

            and then into the sky of this
            the one world
            we all belong to

            where everything
            sooner or later
            is a part of everything else

            which thought made me feel
            for a little while
            quite beautiful myself.