Monday, October 15, 2012

to cry over beautiful things

A U T U M N   M O V E M E N T

by Carl Sandburg

I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.

The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper sunburned woman, 
       the mother of the year, the taker of seeds.

The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full of holes, new beautiful things 
       come in the first spit of snow on the northwest wind, and the old things go, 
       not one lasts.

These photos are from a walk I took on the weekend, when the sky was mainly gray and overcast but then opened up from time to time to let the sun sidle in, low and lovely. Everywhere it was like this: old beauties, making way for new beauty.

The snow had melted, and there had been early morning rain.

My friend Lee sent me the link to this last week, and I've listened to it when I've needed some peace. And yes, how I've needed some peace. Thought it might be nice to listen to while you scroll through the abundant photos of that walk....


  1. What a beautiful meditation for a Monday morning.

  2. What a beautiful meditation for a Monday morning.

  3. You are so unbelievably talented!

  4. and you're both too kind. for which i'm thankful.

  5. Those photos, wow! The water droplets, mist, sheen, just amazingly captivating. And the long shots of fall. It is all so familiar. I feel like it's the photos of my autumns past. Outstanding.


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