Autumn Inside Out


I get to say this – the picture came first, and then the poem found me a few hours later.  Poetry has its mysterious ways, especially Rilke.  Thank you for visiting Autumn with me.  The trees and I will always remember.

Autumn by Rainer Maria Rilke

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.

From Selected Poems of Rainer Maria Rilke,  by Robert Bly, 1981.

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