Conrad Spencer – Next Season

Alright FFtB Family-

Here is the first offering in our Fleet Foxes project. It’s by high achiever Conrad Spencer. It’s beautiful. Enjoy

Next Season

Tim and I will post this week. Click back throughout the week.

Next Season

Appalachian autumn

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.



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