Evening Poetry, October 18


by James Wright

The moon drops one or two feathers into the field.   
The dark wheat listens.
Be still.
There they are, the moon’s young, trying
Their wings.
Between trees, a slender woman lifts up the lovely shadow
Of her face, and now she steps into the air, now she is gone
Wholly, into the air.
I stand alone by an elder tree, I do not dare breathe
Or move.
I listen.
The wheat leans back toward its own darkness,
And I lean toward mine.

You can find this in Above the River: The Complete Poems and Selected Prose.

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Sunday in the October Countryside

Today the strong south wind is keeping the trees dancing and all the maples’ remaining leaves holding on to their golden splendor as the branches dance wildly.

The giant green combine is making a lot of noise in the field across the road, dust flying as it churns over the corn. Clouds cover the sky and the air is cool–a better day for being in than out, in my mind.

I’ve contacted an old friend, worked on aromatherapy blends for next month, researched some ideas for new products, listened to a podcast from Danielle Laporte on Flow. I’ve thought about what kind of week I want to have, mopped the floor, remembered the wild ginseng seeds from United Plant Savers I need to plant, and considered buying a different plant collagen booster.

I keep smelling baking bread, but we haven’t baked any. That reminds me of a recipe for gluten-free sour dough bread from moon and spoon and yum I want to try. I better make that starter today!

Plans for the rest of the day include choosing a delicious recipe for the Shiitake mushrooms Alan picked from our log this morning; doing some Ayurveda homework; making elderberry syrup; sewing up some fabric pumpkins for my shop; reading a few poems from the Eavan Boland book I have; and doing a watercolor lesson from one of the Liz Steel courses I have.

And then light candles and turn on the orange Halloween lights, set the table, jazz playing while we cook dinner and eat together. If we feel like it, perhaps we’ll play a game or watch an old black and white film together. And I’ll end the night in bed reading one of the books on my nightstand. (I’ll tell you about them in an upcoming post.)

I hope you have time to rest and do the things that you love to do this Sunday!