“At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honeysweet where you feel it touching the first sounds.” ~ Rainer Maria Rilke

Helmer Osslund - Autumn Scene from Torneträsk with Lapporten
“Autumn Scene from Torneträsk with Lapporten” (nd)
by Helmer Osslund


I just had to find a poem to go with this beautiful image of autumn . . .

The Signature Mark of Autumn

The signature mark of autumn has arrived at last
with the rains: orange of
pumpkin, orange persimmon, orange lichen on rocks
and fallen logs; a copper
moon hung low over the orchard; moist, ruddy limbs
of the madrone, russet
oak leaf, storm-peeled redwood, acorns emptied
by squirrels and jays; and
mushrooms, orange boletes, Witch’s Butter sprouting
on rotted oak, the Deadly
Galeria, and of course, chanterelles, which we’ll eat
tonight with pasta, goat
cheese, and wine.

~ Gary Young


Music by Sleeping at Last, “Emphasis”