Posted by: Brad Nixon | October 12, 2015

Goldengrove Unleaving

Márgarét, áre you gríeving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leáves like the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Ah! ás the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you wíll weep and know why.
Gerard Manley Hopkins, “Spring and Fall”
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Márgarét, cease your wailing;
Silent scarlet leaves are sailing.
Here’s a thought on which to thrive:
Let’s all go out and take a drive.
Worlds of wanwood, sure, we’ll pass,
Occasionally we’ll stop for gas;
Sometimes roadside food ain’t great,
But I can scarcely stand to wait.
You can clear your case of dudgeon
Dump ol’ Hopkins, that curmudgeon!
Blaknissan, “Margaret, Get With the Program”
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Yes, it’s Autumn here in the northern hemisphere. Let’s get in the car with The Boss and take a drive to see the season change under western skies. (Those of you south of the equator may want to do the same, to see Spring return.)
In Washington state, up near the northern coast (click on any photo for larger view):

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In Colorado:

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Colorado Monument

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Mesa Verde National Park

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Black Canyon of the Gunnison NP

And north, to Alaska! (note: fall comes early there; these photos were made in mid-September a few years ago, not long  before snow closed the road).

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Wolf pack in Denali National Park, Autumn

Where will you go to see the season change under western (or eastern) skies? Please let us know. Get out and enjoy.

Seriously, I admire the poetry of G. M. Hopkins immensely, and mean no disrespect. It’s always a good day to discover this master of the art, or to rediscover him, if it’s been a while since you read him. Read him aloud.
Here’s the rest of “Spring and Fall:”
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sórrow’s spríngs áre the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It ís the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.
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© Brad Nixon 2015, 2016. “Spring and Fall,” by Gerard Manley Hopkins, quoted for educational/illustrative use only, with no commercial application.
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  1. Beautiful post. I’m ready for that fall road trip right now!

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  2. Nice photos Brad, hitch em up and get out there.

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    • Thanks, Dad. It’s always great to be out there with you … whether we see wolves or not!

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  3. Loved the poetry and the photos! Glad you are back blogging.

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