It took me awhile to find a poem that resonants with me today. I'm feeling a little blue and not particularly talkative. This poem is by John Haines, I've posted a bit of bit of his background in previous entries, not surprisingly, he captures this changing season well. We have been hard a work picking berries the last few weeks, our freezer is filling with bags of blueberries, raspberries and soon, cranberries. The presence of those stacks of fruit makes me realize that summer is nearly over. It goes so quickly.
On the Mountain
We climbed out of timber,
bending on the steep meadow
to look for berries,
then still in the reddening sunlight
went on up the windy shoulder.
A shadow followed us up the mountain
like a black moon rising.
Minute by minute the autumn lamps
on the slope burned out.
Around us the air and the rocks
whispered of the night...
A great cloud blew from the north,
and the mountain vanished
in the rain and stormlit darkness.
-john haines. 1982. News from the Glacier. Weslyan University Press.