Today, for some random reason, I remembered this poem I wrote last fall (see below). I often find myself thinking more about light in the autumn than any other time of year, perhaps because it’s manifested so beautifully in our landscapes. The dancing colors in deciduous leaves. The earlier nights and richer sunsets. The dappled silhouettes of trees giving way to solitary lines sketched out by charcoal shadows left after the falling.
Last week I was in Santa Rosa, California for the successful first annual National Heirloom Expo–a terrific event engineered by Jere and Emilee Gettle of Baker Creek Heirloom Seeds. I spoke about passionate gardening with heirloom flowers–what a great audience. I’ve posted the powerpoint from that lecture on the Handouts and Downloads page. Here are a few ‘fall’ images from Santa Rosa. And don’t forget that poem…
What’s fall looking like in your garden so far?
Pausing at Dusk
Tears, dew drops, and pearly
glints of sunlight
Shimmerous and slight
Dusk knows not what dawn may bring
And dawn knows not what dusk has seen
In this daystruck, nightlong
quest through modes of light
Tears, dew drops, and pearly glints
through my mind.