To the Light of September

When you are already here
you appear to be only
a name that tells of you
whether you are present or not
and for now it seems as though
you are still summer
still the high familiar
endless summer
yet with a glint
of bronze in the chill mornings
and the late yellow petals
of the mullein fluttering
on the stalks that lean
over their broken
shadows across the cracked ground
but they all know
that you have come
the seed heads of the sage
the whispering birds
with nowhere to hide you
to keep you for later
who fly with them
you who are neither
before nor after
you who arrive
with blue plums
that have fallen through the night
perfect 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…