Autumn

"The leaves fall, fall as if from a great distance
as if they have faded in a heaven-distant garden;
they spiral down, rejected.

And in the nights the heavy earth tumbles
out of every single star towards a final solitude.

All of us crumble-- that hand withers.
And look, look at the other-- the same taint's there too.

But there is One, who gently holds
these fallen, fading ones in his eternal hands."

Rainer Maria Rilke