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Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own; and from morning to night, as from the cradle to the grave, it is but a succession of changes so gentle and easy that we can scarcely mark their progress.
-Charles Dickens

GBMD: September Plowing

autumn trio - garden gate and wildflowers “For seasons the walled meadow
south of the house built of its stone
grows up in shepherd’s purse and thistles
the weeds share April as a secret
finches disguised as summer earth
click the drying seeds
mice run over rags of parchment in August
the hare keeps looking up remembering
a hidden joy fills the songs of the cicadas

autumn tints the saltmarsh fieldstwo days’ rain wakes the green in the pastures
crows agree and hawks shriek with naked voices
on all sides the dark oak woods leap up and shine
the long stony meadow is plowed at last and lies
all day bare
I consider life after life as treasures
oh it is the autumn light

thiste and teasel seedheads and tansy flowersthat brings everything back in one hand
the light again of beginnings
the amber appearing as amber”

PostScript: I’ve spent so much of summer in days away and have  finally returned in readiness to dig in to blogging again, starting with  a resurrection of garden bloggers museday and a W.S. Merwin poem ‘September Plowing’

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