Saturday Morning

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)

 

Comments

  1. Preach, Jeffrey, preach

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  2. And the choir says ‘Amen!’

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  3. describes it beautifully –

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  4. Let it go…if only.

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  5. Tis the season … Go with nature my friend 🍂

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  6. Beautiful. It is the work of a lifetime: all those separate moments of letting go.

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  7. 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

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  8. 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.

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  9. 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…

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