Sunday, October 23, 2011

HOPE OF FALL

Fall blues is creeping into dark corners of my heart. When the birches outside my eastern library window are naked and brown and yellow leaves are dancing slow fox all over the garden in the autumn winds, then I know it's time to search comfort among my books and in the music.
I start reading from "A year in my Garden" by Karel Capek, and let the Moody Blues fill my ears with The Dream.
I quote my mother, who keeps assuring me, "We will get by this time too,---I think."

The Dream ( Graeme Edge )

When the white eagle of the North is flying overhead
The browns, reds and golds of autumn lie in the gutter, dead.
Remember then, that summer birds with wings of fire flaying
Came to witness springs new hope, born of leaves decaying.
Just as new life will come from death, love will come at leisure.
Love of love, love of life and giving without measure
Gives in return a wondrous yearn of a promise almost seen.
Live hand-in-hand and
together we'll stand on the threshold of a dream.

7 comments:

Leora said...

Your photo is dreamlike and eerie.

Your mother is a smart woman (referring to her quote).

"we'll stand on the threshold of a dream" - is that where we are in the photo, on the threshold?

Amrita said...

Beautiful, picture and poetic thoughts.

And your mother is right = this too shall pass

John Cowart said...

Hi Felisol,

I love that quote from your mother. That's a classic!

"We will get by this time too,---I think."

John

Sonja said...

The wisdom of our mothers is priceless!

I had to laugh out loud at your comments on your neighbor situation on my last blog. You are so funny, and you just 'spit things out' so perfectly. I understand why God calls the tongue such a hard thing to tame. It sure is for me, but I know He continues to patiently work it out in His children... all of us! :)

My prayers and my heart are with you these days. I have just fallen for your mother, she is so special. You and Gunnar are such blessings to her. The way you love and care for her is like 'the hands of God'.

xo

Mrs. Mac said...

Hauntingly beautiful! Alas .. tonight the frost shall slip into my garden and steal the life from its beauty .. making 'mush' of anything left out .. until the sun again appears in springtime to warm the soil and repeat the whole process again. We must find beauty in between the pages of good books .. and in the words of our cyber-friends :)

Maria Stahl said...

Felisol, every time I read your blog I find a new reason to like you. You love the Moody Blues!!

Felisol said...

Dear Maria,
I think that is the sweetest act anyone has ever done to me. Searching for reasons to like me.
Thanks for not only making my day, but open my heart open wide.

And, yes, The Moody Blues are a part of me since "Days of Future Past."
Not a May comes without "Nights in White Satin" being played and sung, not an October without "The Dream". Somehow the sight of rotting leaves has become synonymous with the mellowed voice of Graem Edge.

By the way; you know I like you too??!!