{"id":20064,"date":"2017-09-22T13:57:15","date_gmt":"2017-09-22T17:57:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/allin\/?p=20064"},"modified":"2017-09-22T14:23:51","modified_gmt":"2017-09-22T18:23:51","slug":"the-turning-of-the-leaves","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/allin\/2017\/09\/22\/the-turning-of-the-leaves\/","title":{"rendered":"The turning of the leaves"},"content":{"rendered":"

If August had too much of fall bluster, chill and rain, September has made up for it, bigly – long stretches of sun, warm days and cool nights, bluebird skies and early fall color.<\/p>\n

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Photo: Jesse Kruger<\/a>, Creative Commons, some rights reserved<\/p><\/div>\n

I find the turning of the leaves always brings back vivid memory of previous autumns, that each season rhymes in the mind with seasons before.<\/p>\n

So our thoughts chase the seasons ’round.
\nThere are four of each of us, each
\nthinking a different wheel, echoing
\nanother weather. . .
\n<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Of the four, the fall me is the best me. The North Country looks good and I feel good, except for November, anyway.<\/p>\n

John Warren says the High Peaks are approaching peak color already, but I am disinclined to put that much wear on my boots. So instead, I will advance the season in a northward direction, bound for the Gatineau hills north of Ottawa to seek the early color in previously unexplored territory.<\/p>\n

Most times, I am content with poetry, plus a little ham-fisted work on the guitar. But fall makes me want to paint.<\/p>\n

Here is a very old poem of mine. I traded a handwritten copy of it to painter and potter Paul Davison in exchange for a raku pot of his making. I still have the pot on the shelf at home; I still have the poem in memory, especially today. The title? Not so much. Too many falls down the road.<\/p>\n

The dot out of sight
\nis becoming a leaf,
\nfills the world a second,
\nthen sweeps on out of mind.<\/em><\/p>\n

The coming and vanishing
\nare but innuendo.<\/em><\/p>\n

It is that etched instant of clarity,
\nthe bold floated leaf itself,
\nthat turns and turns
\nin the painter’s eye all day.<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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