Ah, September!

You are the doorway to the season that awakens my soul.

~Peggy Toney Horton

I feel the sweet melancholy light just up ahead….

inquiry for today~ tell me all about it…..

feel the sweet wind calling in fall….

Nothing you ever understand will be sweeter, or more binding,

Than this deepest affinity between your eyes and the world.

The flock thickens over the rolling, salt brightness.

Listen, maybe such devotion, in which one holds the world

In the clasp of attention, isn’t the perfect prayer,

But it must be close, for the sorrow, whose name is doubt,

Is thus subdued, and not through the weaponry of reason,

But of pure submission.

Tell me, what else could beauty be for?

And now the tide is at its very crown,

The white birds sprinkle down,

Gathering up the loose silver rising as if weightless.

It isn’t instruction, or parable.

It isn’t for any vanity or ambition

Except for the one allowed, to stay alive.

It’s only a nimble frolic over the waves.

And you find, for hours,

You cannot even remember the questions

That weigh so in your mind.

~Mary Oliver