I find Autumn incredibly beautiful; the light, the colours, the crisp cold mornings. And there is something melancholic too – the reminders of all the letting go and moving on that our lives hold. All the endings.

This poem by Rilke speaks to me of trust – all is somehow held, somehow has purpose.

The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up,
as if orchards were dying high in space.
Each leaf falls as if it were motioning “no.”

And tonight the heavy earth is falling
away from all other stars in the loneliness.

We’re all falling. This hand here is falling.
And look at the other one. It’s in them all.

And yet there is Someone, whose hands
infinitely calm, hold up all this falling.

Rainer Maria Rilke

2 Responses to “Autumn”

  1. seeninthestreet Says:

    Oooh. I’m preparing a retreat on theme of looking at our faith stories in autumn for November. I’m nicking this poem.

  2. maria vittoria Says:

    what beautiful leaves, reflection and poem Lynne! Really spectacular. The leaves seem to give back all the warmth and sushine they got during the Summer. Colours are just stunning. Thank you

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