October 10, by Wendell Berry | Ad Orientem

Published by ☕, October 9th, 2019

October 10, by Wendell Berry | Ad Orientem

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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 — landmark — now

that the life of summer falls

silent, and the nights grow.