At the Cabin

We are at the cabin for a couple of days and cell service has been unreliable lately, so, I actually wrote this post before we left. It's almost like time travel!

I ran across this poem by Mary Oliver which made me think of the seasons shifting and reminded me of the lake and woods at the cabin. Not surprisingly, I love the image of the fox running across the frozen pond. I hope to see a fox in the wild someday. 

With Thanksgiving barely behind us and the holiday season stretching out before us, I hope that we all make the time to find the beauty around us and breathe deeply.

Sunset at Oak Lake - Photo Credit: Vikki Reich

Song of Autumn
By Mary Oliver

In the deep fall
don't you imagine the leaves think how
comfortable it will be to touch
the earth instead of the
nothingness of air and the endless
freshets of wind? And don't you think
the trees themselves, especially those with mossy,
warm caves, begin to think

of the birds that will come — six, a dozen — to sleep
inside their bodies? And don't you hear
the goldenrod whispering goodbye,
the everlasting being crowned with the first
tuffets of snow? The pond
vanishes, and the white field over which
the fox runs so quickly brings out
its blue shadows. And the wind pumps its
bellows. And at evening especially,
the piled firewood shifts a little,
longing to be on its way.