"Every year we have been
witness to it: how the
into a rich mash, in order that
it may resume.
who would cry out
to the petals on the ground
knowing as we must
how the vivacity of what was is married
to the vitality of what will be."
excerpt of Mary Oliver, Lines Written in the Days of Growing Darkness.
I've been feeling oddly close to Mary Oliver's poetry lately. I thought maybe it was just that I've been walking more, out in the natural world she writes about. I've heard the Wild Geese "harsh and exciting" and seen the tale-end of a Hurricane, like "the back of hand to everything." It turns out Mary lives in Massachusetts, so I really am closer to her world.
I thought this poem would be apt, with the start of Daylight Savings. Here we are now in the days of growing darkness. They're made more bearable by a little of her perspective.
(photos) on film with Pentax k1000 | Queen Ann's Lace summer fields + fall husks