Here is the first offering in our Fleet Foxes project. It’s by high achiever Conrad Spencer. It’s beautiful. Enjoy
Tim and I will post this week. Click back throughout the week.
on an October drive down
fifty miles of fire
on an orange shroud of hillsides
ain’t it strange- that beauty of decay?
The leaves turn and the body wastes away-
Just like us.
By this time next season
We all know what is coming
We all came from the dust
And to the dust we shall return
Ain’t it strange- the way death is where we’re from
A need to feed the next ones left to come
And you don’t know how many trees have grown
From years of tears and the seeds you have sown
It doesn’t end!
The frost will come
And all will die away but the evergreen
On the other side it will burst to life again
There will be life!
So though you fall to a fierce winter chill
Play another tune and wait for me
Until we meet again.
Autumn Movement 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.