Breathing in the Last Few Minutes of Summer

Today is the last day of summer.  Coincidentally, I came across this poem by Mary Oliver that sums up pretty well about the shift between summer’s long sunny days and autumns’shortening days and  rigid schedules. Breathing in the last few minutes of summer….I hope it’s been a great one for you.  Enjoy the poem!

Just When the Calendar Began to Say Summer

I went out of the schoolhouse fast
and through the garden to the woods,
and spent all summer forgetting what I’d been taught –

two times two, and diligence and so forth,
how to be modest, and useful and how to succeed and so forth,
machines and oil and plastic and money and so forth.

By fall I had healed somewhat, but was summoned back
to the chalky rooms and the desks to sit and remember

the way the river kept rolling it’s pebbles,
the way the wild wren sang though they hadn’t a penny in the bank,
the way the flowers were dressed in nothing but light.

~Mary Oliver

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