October 10, by Wendell Berry

This poem perfectly encapsulates a hike I did just last weekend! (Okay, not exactly on the 10th, but on the 9th!) And I’ll post more on that soon…I ❤ Wendell Berry. Such a gorgeous poem and it just puts me right back in that beautiful space where I was hiking.

October 10

Now constantly there is the sound,

quieter than rain,

of the leaves falling.

Under their loosening bright

gold, the sycamore limbs

bleach whiter.

Now the only flowers

are beeweed and aster, spray

of their white and lavender

over the brown leaves.

The calling of a crow sounds

Loud — landmark — now

that the life of summer falls

silent, and the nights grow.

– Wendell Berry

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