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Song for Autumn by Mary Oliver In the deep falldon’t you imagine the leaves think how comfortable it will be to touch the earth instead of the nothingness of air and the endless freshets of wind? And don’t you think the trees themselves, especially those with mossy, warm caves, begin to think of the birds that will come — six, a dozen — to sleep |
happy equinox to you & yours |
6.21.09 ~ 3.20.09 |