this poem resonated with me today, a truly fall-like and watery day in mcminnville. i read it while eating creamy oatmeal with maple syrup and drinking an americano. leaves were falling outside the window. the colors seem to be slower to arrive this year (this picture is from last fall), but the leaves are always pretty when they spiral down to the street.
(also, “Lethe,” which i had to look up, means “oblivion, or forgetfulness” and is related to the greek work for truth. “Lethe” was one of the five rivers in the greek mythical underworld, the most famous of which is the Styx.)