Peevish Pen

Ruminations on reading, writing, rural living, retirement, aging—and sometimes cats. And maybe a border collie or other critters.

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I'm an elderly retired teacher who writes. Among my books are Ferradiddledumday (Appalachian version of the Rumpelstiltskin story), Stuck (middle grade paranormal novel), Patches on the Same Quilt (novel set in Franklin County, VA), Them That Go (an Appalachian novel), Miracle of the Concrete Jesus & Other Stories, and several Kindle ebooks.

Friday, November 11, 2011

A Certain Slant

Thursday looked like fall—clouds hung low; sprinklings of rain fell; the wind blew cold; lots of leaves skittered and scattered from the oaks. It felt as if winter was coming. By late afternoon, however, many clouds had blown away, and the sun—slanting low under the remaining clouds—made fall's muted colors glow with a new intensity.

Perhaps Emily Dickinson said it best, even though she was writing about winter, not fall:

There's a certain Slant of light

There's a certain Slant of light,
Winter Afternoons—
That oppresses, like the Heft
Of Cathedral Tunes—

Heavenly Hurt, it gives us—
We can find no scar,
But internal difference—
Where the Meanings are—

None may teach it—Any—
'Tis the seal Despair—
An Imperial affliction
Sent us of the Air—

When it comes, the Landscape listens—
Shadows—hold their breath—
When it goes, 'tis like the Distance
On the Look of Death.



Blogger Appalachian Authors Guild said...

Emily did "tell it slant," didn't she?
Great pictures!

9:21 AM  
Blogger Kimberly said...

I noticed going home yesterday around 5:10 that the colors were SO intense. It was amazing!

9:28 AM  
Blogger Franz X Beisser said...

Awesome pics. . . Rejoice in the Lord, Again I say, rejoice!

10:24 AM  

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