They shall grow not old,
as we that are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun, and in the morning,
we will remember them.
– excerpted from Laurence Binyon’s poem “For the Fallen”
“As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them.” -JFKennedy
by Mary Oliver
Every year we have been
witness to it: how the
into a rich mash, in order that
it may resume.
who would cry out
to the petals on the ground
knowing as we must,
how the vivacity of what was is married
to the vitality of what will be?
I don’t say
it’s easy, but
what else will do
if the love one claims to have for the world
So let us go on, cheerfully enough,
this and every crisping day,
though the sun be swinging east,
and the ponds be cold and black,
and the sweets of the year be doomed.
NOVEMBER’S BEAVER MOON ~
COURTESY OF MOTHER NATURE.
And if Mary Oliver wrote in Italian, she’d say ~
GUARDA LA LUNA, LA BELLA LUNA ~
JUST LIKE IN MY FAVORITE MOVIE OF ALL TIME.
Thanks, Norman Jewison and MGM.