Foggy Fall Morning

After sleeping in a bit late this morning I awoke to a

Foggy Fall Morning

The fog didn’t last long. It amazed me how rapidly it dissipated. But, while the fog was here I managed to make a few photographs of it through the windows and from the deck.

Looking out my office window at this moment I can hardly believe that the day began shrouded in mystery. With bright blue cloudless skies now, it looks like a different world. Similarly, as the seasons turn the view outside my window changes. If the seasons didn’t turn as they do here in Minnesota, would the world seem as interesting to me?

Fall Song

Another year gone, leaving everywhere
its rich spiced residues: vines, leaves,the uneaten fruits crumbling damply
in the shadows, unmattering backfrom the particular island
of this summer, this NOW, that now is nowhere

except underfoot, moldering
in that black subterranean castle

of unobservable mysteries – roots and sealed seeds
and the wanderings of water. This

I try to remember when time’s measure
painfully chafes, for instance when autumn

flares out at the last, boisterous and like us longing
to stay – how everything lives, shifting

from one bright vision to another, forever
in these momentary pastures.

   — Mary Oliver