It was, as I have said, a fine autumnal day; the sky was clear and serene, and nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance. The forests had put on their sober brown and yellow, while some trees of the tenderer kind had been nipped by the frosts into brilliant dyes of orange, purple, and scarlet.... As Ichabod jogged slowly on his way, his eye... ranged with delight over the treasures of jolly autumn. ~Washington Irving, "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow"
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Who Said This?
"Something whispered something that was not even a word.
It was more like a silence that was understandable.
I was standing at the edge of the pond.
Nothing living, what we call living, was in sight.
And yet, the voice entered me,
my body, with so much happiness.
And there was nothing there
but the water, the sky, the grass."
(A poem from Mary Oliver's new book ~Red Bird~)