Autumn
Leaves are falling, falling as if from afar,
as if, far off in the heavens, gardens were wilting.
And as they fall, their gestures say “it’s over.”
In the night the heavy earth is falling
from out of all the stars into loneliness.
We are all falling. This hand here is falling.
Just look: it is in all of us.
Yet there is one who holds this falling
with infinite tenderness in her hands.
Rainer Maria Rilke
from On Being
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Dear Sherry – the earth — and the poets! — remind us constantly how to live. Thank you for this image and poem; exactly right. xo ML
Your photograph is so perfect it’s like I’m looking through my own window and seeing this spectacular sight right in front of my eyes. Beautifully done, as usual. And such a lovely poem to pair with it. Happy autumn to you.
Beautiful image, and that poem really captures the poignancy of the season. It’s a lovely pairing.
Oh wow – very stirring words. That image is beautiful x
Indeed they are falling, and very quickly here.
Beautiful photograph, Sherry.
Have a wonderful evening!
A beautiful vision. I
Love the crisp fall colors. Such a moving poem.