To the Light of SeptemberWhen you are already hereyou appear to be onlya name that tells of youwhether you are present or notand for now it seems as thoughyou are still summerstill the high familiarendless summeryet with a glintof bronze in the chill morningsand the late yellow petalsof the mullein flutteringon the stalks that leanover their brokenshadows across the cracked groundbut they all knowthat you have comethe seed heads of the sagethe whispering birdswith nowhere to hide youto keep you for lateryouwho fly with themyou who are neitherbefore nor afteryou who arrivewith blue plumsthat have fallen through the nightperfect in the dew
This poem is by W.S. Merwin-one of my favorites. He often writes on the themes of nature and our modern lack of connection with nature. He is an eccentric that converted an old pineapple plantation back into a rain-forest habitat.
Anyway, September happened and dumped me into October before I even realized that the month was here. I awoke in Tennessee on the first of October. Barely aware of the month’s passing or the arrival of the new. My mind and spirit are still absorbing the lessons of the Wild+Free Conference and I’ll post on it later in the month.
Tonight I am listening to Tom Petty songs and feeling a little sad. I’ll let this month speak in pictures as opposed to my poorly arranged prose…