The Lust of the Season

 


A Very Mary Variation 

Today I’m celebrating that feeling of fall with a mashed potato poem taken from the lines of some of Mary Oliver’s other poems

The Lust of the Season

in the fall, the black bear carries leaves into the darkness 

the crows puff their feathers and cry 

the blue of the sky falls over me 

and the moon rises so beautiful it makes me shudder

the trees stir in their leaves 

the goldenrod are all wearing their golden shirts, 

the shawl of wind coming

the reckless blossoms of weeds 

the cranberry bogs 

the rich fragrance of cinnamon and fulfillment 

the morning air, the possibilities 

the lust of the season 

have you ever been so happy in your life?



These lines were borrowed, in sequence, from the following poems:

“Some Questions You Might Ask”

“Entering the Kingdom”

 “A Meeting”

“The Sweetness of Dogs”

“When I Am Among the Trees”

“Goldenrod, Late Fall”

“On thy Wondrous Works I Will Meditate”

“The Kitten”

“The Truro Bear”

“In Blackwater Woods”

“Three Poems

For James Wright”

“Spring”

“Goldfinches”



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