green gentleness

(kalyny, high-bush cranberries like a chandelier, in the river valley)

(serene white dog sitting under a tree, along 76th ave)

I truly love Joanna Newsom's long rambling epic songs; every time I listen, a new little stanza catches in my ear & settles there. This is one for the end of summer:

While down in the lowlands,

the crops are all coming;

We have everything.

Life is thundering blissful towards death

In a stampede

Of his fumbling green gentleness.

-- Joanna Newsom, 'Only Skin'

(here you can download live harp or piano versions of this song...)