It’s a gift, this cloudless … morning
warm enough to walk without a jacket
along your favorite path. The rhythmic shushing
of your feet through fallen leaves should be
enough to quiet the mind…
The rising wind pulls you out of it,
and you look up to see a cloud of leaves
wheeling in sunlight, flickering against the blue
and lifting above the treetops, as if the whole day
were sighing, Let it go, let it go,
for this moment at least, let it all go.
~ Jeffrey Harrison, from Enough
Notes: Poem from Poets.org. Photo: niaz uddin (Eastern Sierra Mountains)
Preach, Jeffrey, preach
Listen DK. Listen.
And the choir says ‘Amen!’
Amen!
describes it beautifully –
It does.
Let it go…if only.
Laughing. So true.
Tis the season … Go with nature my friend 🍂
It is. You too Val.
Beautiful. It is the work of a lifetime: all those separate moments of letting go.
It is. Thamks Sharon.
Oh absolutely! (‘Course… here it is. raining today – I’ll juat have to shush through the leaves tomorrow, or the next and the next…)
Mindfulness walking
Laughing. I can see you shushing.
Make sure you see Zeke bounding along side..
And I will have my camera too!
Aww. Your Zeke.
Yeah… didn’t want to make you miss your Zeke. Thoughtless of me.
Oh no worries Dale…
💞
The poem in entirety…interesting how he describes one man’s inner turmoil that progressed from simmer, to a burning steam, rapid, hard boil, overflowed…breath, breath, breath, there, there he sighs, relieved to be freed from what was held within, now free, removed from constraints…out in nature among the trees, under the warm, healing touch of sunlight breathing in Autumn air, cleansing Soul…
Enough
Jeffrey Harrison
It’s a gift, this cloudless November morning
warm enough to walk without a jacket
along your favorite path. The rhythmic shushing
of your feet through fallen leaves should be
enough to quiet the mind, so it surprises you
when you catch yourself telling off your boss
for a decade of accumulated injustices,
all the things you’ve never said circling inside you.
The rising wind pulls you out of it,
and you look up to see a cloud of leaves
wheeling in sunlight, flickering against the blue
and lifting above the treetops, as if the whole day
were sighing, Let it go, let it go,
for this moment at least, let it all go.
Two thoughts: The image has ambiguous depth, layers of Autumn’s golden glow, mellow, settling as a backdrop among the filtered blur. a thicket of trees…I also think that the image looks like an enlargement of long strands of hair. the shafts catching light…golden brown, glowing, with a hint of red, fading to frosted silver…
Beautiful.