Be still. Be still.

I know it most likely doesn’t feel like Fall where you are. It’s hot all over the country, which is happy for me (Yay! I get to wear my shorts for the first time this year!) but sad for the rest of you who have been craving the goodness of crisp air and bright leaves. So, let’s pretend that this September 28th is not in the 90′s but is pointing toward a day, very soon, when your streets will be filled with red and gold leaves, when the wind will bite just enough that you need that light short sleeved tan sweater you bought this past weekend and you swear was one of the best purchases of your life. When you will sit outside with friends beside a firepit and laugh.

Happy Thankful Tuesday from Wendell Berry.

Grace

by Wendell Berry

for Gurney Norman, quoting him

The woods is shining this morning.
Red, gold and green, the leaves
lie on the ground, or fall,
or hang full of light in the air still.
Perfect in its rise and in its fall, it takes
the place it has been coming to forever.
It has not hastened here, or lagged.
See how surely it has sought itself,
its roots passing lordly through the earth.
See how without confusion it is
all that it is, and how flawless
its grace is. Running or walking, the way
is the same. Be still. Be still.
β€œHe moves your bones, and the way is clear.”
  • Lauren O’Connell

    O, this poem is just what I needed to read this morning. Bless Wendell Berry. I’m a little choked up. How I love autumn!

  • Clio

    I have never “gotten” poetry. My Dad loves and write poetry, but it just never moved me. I have now found two poems, both on this website, that spoke to me in a way that I don’t think another form could have.

    So, this Tuesday, I am thankful for poetry!

    I am also thankful for Fall. Here in the midwest, it is cool and the leaves are turning. This is definately my favorite time of year.

    • http://mommymonk.wordpress.com Micha Boyett Hohorst

      I’m so honored to have given you two poems that clicked! I’ll keep doing my best. :)

  • Waters

    It is sunny and 72 degrees here in Flower Mound. Finally feels like fall! Yay! I am thankful for the drop in temperature after what I think was the hottest summer of my entire life.

  • M.K.

    So lovely.

  • Kristi

    Not too brag…
    but it is 57 degrees outside, I am in my favorite sweater, sipping coffee, watching yellow leaves float down from the birch tree in our front yard and loving the golden hue that surrounds Minnesota this time of year.

    Thank you for reminding me of the magic of this moment.

  • Caroline

    I love, love, love Wendell. I just bought a book of his essays about “Bringing it to the Table” and I cannot wait to crack it open.

    Beautiful poem for a fall day…


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