End of Summer BY STANLEY KUNITZ An agitation of the air, A perturbation of the light Admonished me the unloved year Would turn on its hinge that night. I stood in the disenchanted field Amid the stubble and the stones, Amazed, while a small worm lisped to me The song of my marrow-bones. Blue poured into summer blue, A hawk broke from his cloudless tower, The roof of the silo blazed, and I knew That part of my life was over. Already the iron door of the north Clangs open: birds, leaves, snows Order their populations forth, And a cruel wind blows.
This week, my daughter starts second grade, so I found a picture of me on my first day of second grade. I think it was 1981 or 82. I would still wear that dress, by the way.
I found the most perfect cherry that I have ever seen. 🍒
I woke up in the mood to read Paul Celan. Look, too many of you are reading the same stuff - the things you’ve heard of - the things that are pretty memes that you can share as inspirational quotes without their real context. There is so much extraordinary writing in the world. Seek it out. Read the more obscure. Learn the real stories behind the work. Stop letting us nerdy English professors have all the fun.
My latest painting! I made my cousin a blue crab for her birthday. 🦀
My friend took a picture of me today. It happens sometimes. And I have to admit, I’m ridiculously self conscious. Aren’t most of us? But rather than pick myself apart, I’d prefer to think of how happy I’ve been lately and how much healthier I’ve been and how this picture captured that feeling for me today. 🌞
I’m lucky to be from such a beautiful place. I’m grateful for my hometown.
Salt marsh sunset.
We visited a lavender farm today!
Sleepy fishing town on the bay.
Temple of Diana and reflecting pool.
I’ve long been enchanted with pond lilies. These, in shades of coral, were exquisite.

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