Thursday, October 23, 2014

scattered and fallen

all mankind is one volume.
when one man dies, a chapter is not torn out of the book,
but translated into a better language.
and every chapter must be translated.

god employs several translators;  
some piece are translated by age,
some by sickness,
some by war,
some by justice.

but god's hand shall bind up all our scattered leaves again,
in the library where every book shall live open to one another.

by john donne

i was walking harlow
and was captivated by all the fallen leaves.

with the lack of sugar maples in victoria
we don't get the vibrant reds and oranges that i remember growing up in ontario,
but more muted autumn colours:
pale oranges and browns, corals, dusty roses, mustards.

the leaves cover the ground.
but not for long...
all that has fallen and scattered will soon be gathered.

 leaf collection is scheduled within a couple of weeks.
i'll be busy with my rake
and the neighbours' leaf blowers will soon muffle
the hum of lawn mowers on the weekend.

for now, harlow and i enjoy our walk on nature's autumn carpet.


1 comment:

thank you for your kind words... they really do make my day !!!