Rainy October night; I listen to the rain

Now constantly there is the sound,

quieter than rain,

of the leaves falling.

Under their loosening bright

gold, the sycamore limbs

bleach whiter.

Now the only flowers

are beeweed and aster, spray

of their white and lavender

over the brown leaves.

The calling of a crow sounds

loud– a landmark– now

that the life of summer falls

silent, and the nights grow.

-Wendell Berry

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4 Responses to Rainy October night; I listen to the rain

  1. amy2boys says:

    I love Wendell Berry. Thanks for posting this!

  2. Gibby says:

    I love fall, the colors, the smells, the crunching of leaves. Even though it means hell is on the way…

  3. Mrs.Mayhem says:

    Lovely poem.

    And your site looks amazing, too!

  4. evenshine says:

    Thanks, lady!

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