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Don’t you imagine the leaves dream now
how comfortable it will be to touch
the earth instead of the
nothingness of the air and the endless
freshets of wind? And don’t you think
the trees, especially those with
mossy hollows, are beginning to look for



the fires 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
stiffens and the white field over which
the fox runs so quickly brings out
its long blue shadows. The wind wags
its many tails. And in the evening
the piled firewood shifts a little,
longing to be on its way.

A Song for Autumn by Mary Oliver

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  1. AndreaW #

    Love this tree pic..… reminds me of a time a few yrs ago when we parked our trailer @ a Walmart overnite. Found one small lone tree on a small grass median + managed to get our overhead shower bubble under it. Despite being in the middle of a concrete sea…. I had a shower in the AM with tree branches dancing over my head. Nature does exist everywhere!!!

    Amazing how we can find color inspiration for knitting/ dyeing/ etc…. just by looking …. anywhere!!!

    Thanks for the memory + all the colors that arrive in my inbox!!!

    October 6, 2019

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