HERE COMES the FALL...

NIGHT by Robinson Jeffers ( 1887-1962) (excerpts)

The ebb slips from the rock, the sunken Tide-rocks lift streaming shoulders 

out of the slack, the slow west sombering its torch.

Over the dark mountain, over the dark pinewood, 

Down the long dark valley along the shrunken river

Returns the splendor without rays, the shining of shadow,

Peace-bringer, the matrix of all shining and quieter of shining

 where the shore widens on the bay she opens dark wings and the ocean accepts her glory.

Far off from here the slender flocks of the mountain forest

Move among stems like towers

Of the old redwoods to the stream, no twig crackling

Into the mountain water among the dark ferns.....

The tide, moving the night's vastness with lonely voices,

Turns, the deep dark-shining Pacific leans on the land

To the outmost margins: you Night will resume the stars in your time.

Truly the spouting fountains of light, Antares, Arcturus, tire of their flow,

They sing one song but they think silence.

And Life, the flicker of men and moths and the wolf on the hill

Have men's minds changed, or the rock hidden in the deep waters of the soul

Broken the surface?

A few centuries gone by, was none dared not to people

the darkness beyond the stars with harps....

But now , dear, is the truth...

Life is grown sweeter........

Photography 2025 "Night" by Robinson Jeffers  is in the public domain. It is a very long narrative in the epic style of Greek theatre...

GO FROM ME....

      "I am so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers..." - L.M.Montgomery

       FROM SUNSET to STAR RISE..( Christina Rossetti 1830-1894)

Go from me, summer friends and tarry not

I am no summer friend, but wintry cold...

A silly sheep, beknighted from the fold

A sluggard with a thorn-choked garden plot

Take counsel, sever from my lot your lot

Dwell in your pleasant places, hoard your gold

Lest you with me will shiver on the wold

Athirst and hungering on a barren spot

For I have hedged me with a thorny hedge

Yet sometimes, when a wind sighs through the hedge

Ghosts of my buried years, and friends come back

My heart goes sighing............

After Swallows flown.......

On some time's summer's returning track

*Christina Rossetti (1830-94) was one of the Victorian era’s greatest writers,  sister of  artist/ poet Dante Rossetti. 

Photographs 2024

 

FIRST SNOW 2024 Mt. Washington

"The first fall of snow is not just an event, it is a magical event...if this is not enchantment, where is it to be found?" - J.B. Priestley

"The first fall of snow is a magical event.....if this is not enchantment, where is it to be found?" -J.B.Priestley

"The sky, tired of light, has given everything to the snow..."

                                                                      -Robert Walser

                           "Blow, thou winter wind..." -Shakespeare

                           "The fire of the first frost....."- John Burroughs

"Your late dawns, and chilled breath make me lazy, but I love you , nonetheless..." -Terri Guillemets

"With every falling flake, a unique spark of interest falls from heaven..." - P. Miller

"Snow falling endlessly in the middle of the night, will always fill my heart with sweet clarity.." -Novala Takemoto

“Thank goodness for the first snow. It was a reminder–no matter how old you became and how much you’d seen–things could still be new if you were willing to believe they still mattered.” 

                                     – Candace Bushnell

Photographs Mt Washington Range October 2024