Felicity & Ferocity

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How happy i am that I have a new job to start to-morrow! I have thoroughly enjoyed working in the sunlight while it was here, but it is time to move on and move on Inside as the weather will take a turn for the hot-chocolate type of temperature. A happy poem which is terribly terribly appropriate came to-day from Garrison Keillor's Writer's Almanac which supplies a good transition from the last handful of cut flowers to the first stack of papercuts in an office type of job. READ IT-- Wendell Barry is my HERO!

Poem: "IV," by Wendell Berry, from A Timbered Choir (Counterpoint). (buy now)

IV

The summer ends, and it is time
To face another way. Our theme
Reversed, we harvest the last row
To store against the cold, undo
The garden that will be undone.
We grieve under the weakened sun
To see all earth's green fountains dried,
And fallen all the works of light.
You do not speak, and I regret
This downfall of the good we sought
As though the fault were mine. I bring
The plow to turn the shattering
Leaves and bent stems into the dark,
From which they may return. At work,
I see you leaving our bright land,
The last cut flowers in your hand.