Geese call tonight, dusk brings quiet chill— tea, candles, blankets: invocations of  pleasure. No more flying backward. No more ancient grief. Mistake after mistake, the cool wind absolves. esp - 9/4/00 EPHEMERIS FOR THE SIXTH WEEK OF LATE SUMMER

I picked Virgin’s Bower for my Swedish vase today. The wild tendrils, scandalous fecundity of flowers, brought me home… Liz Porter EPHEMERIS FOR THE FOURTH WEEK OF LATE SUMMER

Why do we love them, these last days of something Like summer, of freedom to move in few clothes, Though frost has flattened the morning grass? They tell us we shall live forever. Stretched Like a rainbow across day’s end, my shadow Makes a path from my feet; I am my path. John Updike, from “Long Shadow”

I used to think that when the trees moved They made the wind And that the green leaves brought summer. EPHEMERIS

The way to find the real “world” is not merely to measure and observe what is outside us, but to discover our own inner ground. For that is where the world is, first of all: in my deepest self…. It is a living and self-creating mystery of which I am myself a part, to which I am myself my own unique door. Thomas Merton EPHEMERIS

Nothing that is can pause or stay; The moon will wax, the moon will wane, The mist and cloud will turn to rain, The rain to mist and cloud again, Tomorrow be today. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow EPHEMERIS

Angels in the woods Of sassafras and pawpaw Making promises EPHEMERIS