Thursday, 9 October 2008

things on the autumn breeze

  • The trees have begun to turn. Outside my office, in the sunshine (the glorious, glorious sunshine!), there is: a golden tree, an emerald tree and a silver tree. There is a peridot tree set in silver bark (a birch?). But that golden tree puts them all to shame. It is burning, burnished, old gold. With silver bark. Like in Lothl√≥rien. If I could stand under it and banish the sounds of undergraduates, of workmen, of chainsaws (they are building something next door. Even less space for the rabbits next year), I would cry for joy at having found Middle Earth.
  • Near the park, by the mill, in the raging sunset yesterday, there is a tree that is turning left and right at once: green green deep green on some branches, like the brightest days of summer. And deep, deep crimson on others, like a stain, like a heartburst, like a pinprick from the intuition of coming snow.
  • On the grass, tiny yellow daffodils, still.

The summer shines down, yes, but the earth seems to drink it right up, and the honeyness seeps out slowly, slowly, richly, thickly. I want to go out! I want to breathe it in! I want to find someone with whom I can drink in the light of these trees.

8 comments:

richtofen said...

Drinking in the wonderful light sounds good.
Drinking in the dark sounds better, no?

Zareen said...

thursday, pm, tiredity and vellaness:

drinking sounds good. full stop.

richtofen said...

Scotch on the rocks for me. What can I get for you?
May I suggest a Vodka Martini with a dash of wild Sprite?

Zareen said...

I already have a scotch on the rocks :) sometimes he throws me against them for good measure.

at other times, bullzzaye!! vodka martinis. marlboro light in the other hand.

(SOMEONE, remind me why i quit?!)

good to know someone knows!
cheers.

richtofen said...

Bloody Mary's go well with craggy Scots too.

richtofen said...

Pretty unlike teu-tonic humour from a German sounding name.

richtofen said...

And in happy hours, when they pass out free drinks, they call it Scott-Free.

[Ok! Stop!]

And does anyone remember the famous pact between the Marquis of Bourbon and the Earl of Marlborough?
[Stop!]
[BANG! BANG!]

[Zareen and Tara drag the body away and throw it into the Essex]

I am a corpse... [he thinks as he passes on] A marine corps...

Tara said...

i think, scotty, you'd better make yours a double. tch you lads... turned my poetic mystical post into a ragged drunken slapstick brawl!!
(well done!)