rain (finally) and blustery winds arrive early Thursday morning in Brooklyn. then we get something called wraparound rain, potentially wet snowflakes and blustery winds into Friday, as a cold blast of air rushes in.
that small space between fall and winter often feels like a pause—nature holds its breath before the cold fully settles in.
this poem by Jane Hirshfield beautifully captures the poignant, fleeting transition between fall and winter:
Autumn
Again the wind
flakes gold-leaf from the trees
and the painting darkens—
as if a thousand penitents
kissed an icon
till it thinned
back to bare wood,
without diminishment.
* * * * * *
fall gives way to winter, yet something enduring remains.
that’s all I wanted to say. plus here’s a new song by me, called winterrzzz.
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