Sunday, November 18, 2018

Sunday, November 11, 2018

I Am the Autumnal Sun writes Henry David Thoreau

photo © Mark Butkus 2009
"I am all sere and yellow"

Sometimes a mortal feels in himself Nature
— not his Father but his Mother stirs
within him, and he becomes immortal with her
immortality. From time to time she claims
kindredship with us, and some globule
from her veins steals up into our own.