Watch now | Good morning! It’s Sunday, and it’s time for our annual reading of Mary Oliver’s poem, “Song for Autumn.” To help set the stage, I’ve taken us down the long dirt road to the top of the field that leads to the bay.
We have our first snowfall today. It isn’t much and will disappear in a few days but after flip flops and shorts weather yesterday it is a rude awakening.
This is the perfect poem for today in the Portland, Oregon area - rainy, breezy, cooler temperatures. Your video is, as always, just perfect and lovely. Happy Autumn, Clara.
And as the sun slips further south each morning and leaves pile up under bare branches, we too pack away the kayaks, take one last look at the sparkling lake, and roll on down the road putting our summer season to rest. Farewell Maine.
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Thank you; loving this poem more year after year.
Beautiful
We have our first snowfall today. It isn’t much and will disappear in a few days but after flip flops and shorts weather yesterday it is a rude awakening.
Wow, even I would be shocked and disappointed and I love the cold.
This is the perfect poem for today in the Portland, Oregon area - rainy, breezy, cooler temperatures. Your video is, as always, just perfect and lovely. Happy Autumn, Clara.
Lovely sound of the wind in the trees, gentle yet invigorating.
Thank you. Mary left us many jewels, this being one. I felt it right down to my socks.
Oh, Mary Oliver-she always got it right. And thank you, Clara for the free KS preview. 🤞🏻I will make it home from the movie in time. 🙏🏻
And as the sun slips further south each morning and leaves pile up under bare branches, we too pack away the kayaks, take one last look at the sparkling lake, and roll on down the road putting our summer season to rest. Farewell Maine.
A poignant moment. ❤️