Happy first day of fall 2013, and the first day of fall brought to mind the following poem by Emily Dickinson:
Frequently the woods are pink --
Frequently are brown.
Frequently the hills undress
Behind my native town.
Oft a head is crested
I was wont to see --
And as oft a cranny
Where it used to be --
And the Earth — they tell me --
On it's axis turned!
Wonderful Rotation!
By but twelve performed!
Yes, the twelve performers turn all too quickly, and the older I get, the frequent rotations seem to come all the more frequently.
I remember as a kid I would think about how old I'd be when the Earth's axis would turn to mark the year 2000 -- and now it's 2013, soon to be 2014! I can barely believe that I have another birthday coming up -- in a little less than two weeks. That fact calls to mind a poem by Emmett Lee Dickinson (Emily's third cousin, twice removed -- at her request):
Frequently my eyes are pink –
Frequently are red.
Frequently my mood is gray
At times my stride is lead.
Oft my head’s congested
My eyes wont to see –
And oft there is an aching
Where none used to be –
And my Girth – I tell you –
On its Axis turns!
Woeful Maturation!
By the years – I’m worn!
Even though time is constant, it sure doesn't feel that way. Instead, it seems as though time is spinning, spinning and spinning out of control -- and I'm gettig a bit too dizzy by the pace!
Isn't there a bumper sticker out there somewhere that states something like, "Everything is changing -- and it's all happening right on time"? I'm not sure I have that right -- but at this time of year, I know that everything is changing "autumn-atically"! (Ba-dump-bump!)
Anyway, happy birthday to me (soon enough) -- and happy fall to you!
BTW: I blogged about "Frequently the woods are pink" HERE. Check it out! : )
Frequently the woods are pink --
Frequently are brown.
Frequently the hills undress
Behind my native town.
Oft a head is crested
I was wont to see --
And as oft a cranny
Where it used to be --
And the Earth — they tell me --
On it's axis turned!
Wonderful Rotation!
By but twelve performed!
Yes, the twelve performers turn all too quickly, and the older I get, the frequent rotations seem to come all the more frequently.
I remember as a kid I would think about how old I'd be when the Earth's axis would turn to mark the year 2000 -- and now it's 2013, soon to be 2014! I can barely believe that I have another birthday coming up -- in a little less than two weeks. That fact calls to mind a poem by Emmett Lee Dickinson (Emily's third cousin, twice removed -- at her request):
Frequently my eyes are pink –
Frequently are red.
Frequently my mood is gray
At times my stride is lead.
Oft my head’s congested
My eyes wont to see –
And oft there is an aching
Where none used to be –
And my Girth – I tell you –
On its Axis turns!
Woeful Maturation!
By the years – I’m worn!
Even though time is constant, it sure doesn't feel that way. Instead, it seems as though time is spinning, spinning and spinning out of control -- and I'm gettig a bit too dizzy by the pace!
Isn't there a bumper sticker out there somewhere that states something like, "Everything is changing -- and it's all happening right on time"? I'm not sure I have that right -- but at this time of year, I know that everything is changing "autumn-atically"! (Ba-dump-bump!)
Anyway, happy birthday to me (soon enough) -- and happy fall to you!
BTW: I blogged about "Frequently the woods are pink" HERE. Check it out! : )
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