Meditation on the Grace, Flux & Fettle of Fall

Photo by Katherine Tallmadge
Array of Pumpkins
Array of Pumpkins

Getting out in nature, among trees, in the fresh air, and even a little sun, is essential to your health, according to medical experts. Happily, here in Washington, DC, there are still wild forests and waterways to enjoy close by and in every direction - even right in the middle of the city, too. 

Song for Autumn 
by Mary Oliver from New and Selected Poems:  Volume II (Beacon Press)

In the deep fall
don’t you imagine the leaves think how
comfortable it will be to touch
the earth instead of the
nothingness of air and the endless
freshets of wind? And don’t you think
the trees themselves, especially those with mossy,
warm caves, begin to think
of the birds that will come — six, a dozen — to sleep
inside their bodies? And don’t you hear
the goldenrod whispering goodbye,
the everlasting being crowned with the first
tuffets of snow? The pond
vanishes, and the white field over which
the fox runs so quickly brings out
its blue shadows. And the wind pumps its
bellows. And at evening especially,
the piled firewood shifts a little,
longing to be on its way.