Monday, November 08, 2004
These muted shades of Autumn so suit me.
Wine red, burnished gold and copper, rusty orange-
Some of my perennial favorites now sit in
a vase near my keyboard,
their fragrance keeps me spellbound as I type:
Eucalyptus, marigolds, chrysanthemums of every shape and
color...
This is the month for chrysanthemums.
The earth has such a richness about it at this time,
even as all that were planted were harvested-
There seems to be a welling up of it’s life force-
The fertility that will sleep over the winter and re-awake in the spring...
I don’t have any live dates this month-
As fate would have it,
it’s time for something else.
December will bring it's festivities with Christmas shows, and parties.
It is time now for a waltz...
I believe that days have a rhythm-
A tempo.
To follow this tempo is as natural as watching the dropping leaves
as they float to the ground.
The days are so short now.
It reminds me of my childhood in upstate New York.
Afternoons, sledding down icy snow covered hills
were cut short by the fact
that it grew dark early...
It is said that November is a spiritual month-
A time of phoenix-like renewal.
So it is, so let it be...
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free.
Blackbird fly
Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.
Blackbird
-McCartney/Lennon
Till next time... ‘Mela
6:52 PM
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Photo: Michio Yves Ueda
