Now Are the Rough Things Smooth

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Now are the rough things smooth, and the smooth things stand in flickering slats, facing the slow tarnish of sun-fall.  Summer is over, or nearly.  And therefore the green is not green anymore but yellow, beige, russet, rust; all the darknesses are beginning to settle in.  And therefore why pray to permanence, why not pray to impermanence, to change, to - whatever comes next.

~Mary Oliver

Sharing Nurturing Thursday with Becca.