Foxglove Moments

Foxglove Moments

November 1, 2015


I praise the fall it is the human season now

No more the foreign sun does meddle at our earth
Enforce the green and thaw the frozen soil to birth
Nor winter yet weigh all with silence the pine bough.

                                     Archibald MacLeish
                                     "Immortal Autumn"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

October 25, 2015

Lazy afternoon,

sprawled on my bed with book and window open,

listening to the syncopated rhythms of the rain,

reading,

                 dozing,

                               dreaming,

                                                     waking,

wandering through mind-drifts of memories...

              of the farm at Barwon Downs,

              of hiking up Mt. Takao in autumn,

              of planting the chestnut with Dad,


while listening to the rain, reading.

 

 

 

 

October 24, 2015

 

Working out on my hillside

Putting away wood for the winter

When he comes circling overhead,

Checking me out,

Circling...circling...circling,

Majestic, unhurried,

Observant without being intrusive.

Eagle surveillance,

Preferable any day to the NSA.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

October 5, 2015


The valley takes on a different character with each of the seasons.

Spring throbs to its new-life beat;
summer simmers and shimmers in the heat;
winter everywhere slows;
but autumn...autumn glows.


Autumn is my season.

 

 

 

 

 

 

September 15, 2015

On Sunday, Kris asked: Are the leaves changing on your hillside?

No, they aren't, I said. I'd checked that morning.

Today I emailed her: Yes, they are. All of them!

(What a difference a day makes.)