Fall seems to have come and gone so very quickly...
and it seems like just a week or so ago there was still so much color to be seen in the hills...
... but not so much now.

I am weary... and overwhelmed.
Seems as if there is too much to do all the time... and rest will not be satisfied.
But alas...
I am reminded of this poem by Mary Oliver... and I will see you all tomorrow.

Fall Song by Mary Oliver

Another year gone, leaving everywhere

its rich spiced residues: vines, leaves,

the uneaten fruits crumbling damply

in the shadows, unmattering back

from the particular island

of this summer, this NOW, that now is nowhere

except underfoot, moldering

in that black subterranean castle

of unobservable mysteries — roots and sealed seeds

and the wanderings of water

This I try to remember when time's measure

painfully chafes, for instance when autumn

flares out at the last, boisterous and like us longing

to stay — how everything lives, shifting

from one bright vision to another, forever

in these momentary pastures.