Twirling Leaf

Twirling Leaf © 2010 Bo Mackison

It is hard to hear the north wind again,
And to watch the treetops, as they sway.

They sway, deeply and loudly, in an effort,
So much less than feeling, so much less than speech,

Saying and saying, the way things say
On the level of that which is not yet knowledge:

A revelation not yet intended.
It is like a critic of God, the world

And human nature, pensively seated
On the waste throne of his own wilderness.

Deeplier, deeplier, loudlier, loudlier,
The trees are swaying, swaying, swaying.

–   Wallace Stevens, The Region November

About Bo Mackison

I'm a photographer, book-artist, traveler, naturalist, and creator of the Contemplative Creatives Journey, An Online Workshop and Community and Desert Wisdom Cards and Workshops. Though often not well known, I find the desert a welcoming place - a healing space. Its mysteries and gifts transformed me several years ago. Since that first encounter, I return again and again to fill my well in what most people think of as a desolate region. I'd love to share my desert discoveries and wisdom with you. Please subscribe to receive my five part mini email course The Gifts of the Desert. It's my gift to you.


  1. Angie Willis says:

    What a lovely image Bo. And I love the poem – deeplier and loudlier are so much nicer and more appropriate than deeper and louder. They seem to have a whole new meaning. Happy Thanksgiving!

    • Bo Mackison says:

      Aren’t deeplier and loudlier great words? I can;t imagine a day going by without reading at least a poem or two, just to find lines like “deeplier, deeplier, loudlier, loudlier”…

  2. Soon the snow and wind will bend then break these stalks. Next spring green will return feeding on the winter waste.

  3. This one also reminds me of Doctor Seuss. Perhaps I have an unusual perception of things. I like it though.

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