A too, too busy time is always the week after guests (FIVE DAYS OF COMPANY) depart. I feel like I’m behind in everything, but I kvelled – as my friend M. would say – when I ran across a previously unknown poem from Edna St. Vincent Millay:
O World I Cannot Hold Thee Close Enough
O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
Thy winds, thy wide grey skies!
Thy mists, that roll and rise!
Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag
And all but cry with color! That gaunt crag
To crush! To lift the lean of that black bluff!
World, World, I cannot get thee close enough!
Long have I known a glory in it all,
But never knew I this;
Here such a passion is
As stretcheth me apart, – Lord, I do fear
Thou’st made the world too beautiful this year;
My soul is all but out of me, – let fall
No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.
In days of increasing weirdness, may you clutch the beauty to yourself with both hands, greedily cradle it close to brighten darker moments. Forget the overpriced, over sweetened coffee that heralds the season for some – all by itself, autumn is a gift.
Karen continues autumn’s song(s) at her Blog With the Shockingly Clever Name