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Autumn Day: Rilke

Lord: it is time. The huge summer has gone by. Now overlap the sundials with your shadows, and on the meadows let the wind go free. Command the fruits to swell on tree and vine, grant them a few more warm transparent days, urge them onto fulfillment then, and press the final sweetness into the [...]

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here on planet autumn every success and every seeming failure is applauded no bigger, no better, no smaller, no lesser you see, it is all life’s treasure expressing itself and even if a little seedling never quite pushes through to survive that is glorified and celebrated as life’s gift to us it is enough no [...]

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Planet Autumn

Sometimes I wish I could drive inside of autumn, not up to it, not to its borders, not by it, not near it, not walking through it, but *IN* it.  I want to enter the autumnal world; surely it has its own planet.  This world where there is only autumn and I just let it [...]

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Like A Leaf

Image Locale I asked the leaf whether it was frightened because it was autumn and the other leaves were falling.  The leaf told me, “No.  During the whole spring and summer I was completely alive.  I worked hard to help nourish the tree, and now much of me is in the tree.  I am not [...]

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image location It does not astonish or make us angry that it takes a whole year to bring into the house three great white peonies and two pale blue iris.  It seems altogether right and appropriate that these glories are earned with long patience and faith. . . . and also that it is altogether [...]

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a blustery autumn day today the last of the maples the cherries and the stately alders releasing their leaves they compel me to set free the old that hangs on in favor of what newness may blossom from my limbs ©heartsdeesire

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One Sand Grain

One Sand Grain Among The Others in Winter Wind I wake with my hand held over the place of grief in my body. “Depend on nothing,” the voice advises, but even that is useless. My ears are useless, my familiar and intimate tongue. My protecting hand is useless, that wants to hold the single leaf [...]

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Pods of summer crowd around the door; I take them in the autumn of my hands. Last night I heard the first cold wind outside; the wind blew soft, and yet I shiver twice: Once for thin walls, once for the sound of time. ~William Stafford~ The Way It Is: New and Selected Poems

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