And every year there is a brief, startling moment
When we pause in the middle of a long walk home and
Suddenly feel something invisible and weightless
Touching our shoulders, sweeping down from the air:
It is the autumn wind pressing against our bodies;
It is the changing light of fall falling on us.
from "Fall" by Edward Hirsch
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words. ~Robert Frost
This is just a portion of a poem that I read last week in "The Writer's Almanac", a treasure of a daily electronic newsletter from Garrison Keillor and publicradio.org. Click on the link above and read the entire poem - you won't be sorry!
Each "The Writer's Almanac" newsletter includes a poem and some historical literary highlights of the day, with links to more information on the authors mentioned.
This poem, from the newsletter on September 25, expresses so much of what I feel about Fall, especially in the lines above. I've tried for several weeks to capture this essence of Fall in photos and I've failed.
This poem proves to me that the image formed from words can be more vivid than a photograph or a painting.
Gifted writers bless us all with their words.
What writers have blessed you?
The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say. ~Anaïs Nin