Fall Song

Nature gifted us with a warm, sunny autumn afternoon. Not knowing how many more days we’ll have before it gets cold, my husband and I went hiking in Stoney Creek Metropark. I paired my pictures with a favorite poem by Mary Oliver.

Fall Song by Mary Oliver

Another year gone, leaving everywhere
its rich spiced residues: vines, leaves,

the uneaten fruits crumbling damply
in the shadows, unmattering back

from the particular island
of this summer, this NOW, that now is nowhere

except underfoot, moldering
in that black subterranean castle

of unobservable mysteries...