#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

“When within ourselves in autumn we feel the autumn

I become very still, a kind of singing, and try to move

like all things green, in one direction, when within ourselves

the autumn moves, thickening like honey, that light we smear

on faces and hands, then touch the far within one another. . .”

Excerpt from “In Autumn,” by Mark Irwin

I am so glad to find this exquisite poem by Mark Irwin as a I feel a very powerful urge to “smear/on faces and hands, then touch the far within one another” today. Especially after this: in the late afternoon of a rainy day, a stroll along a city walkway with my husband. The light of a lamp illuminating the early darkness, steadfastly in the warm autumn air. A fine, fresh, exhilarating mist sifts down on us. Geese and ducks skim the surface of the stream, happy with their leisure. I am rinsing and refreshing. I am not the same. I am unfamiliar, woman in a shimmer of waking, my blood “thickening like honey” in the welcome startle of this gold afternoon.