Monday, November 1, 2010

Endlessly Gently

Hello, November.
Ralph Waldo Emerson

The leaves are falling, falling as from way off,
as though far gardens withered in the skies;
they are falling with denying gestures.
And in the nights the heavy earth is falling
from all the stars down into loneliness.
We all are falling. This hand falls.
And look at others: it is in them all.
And yet there is one who holds this falling
endlessly gently in his hands.

* Post originally written 10/05/10, posted using Blogger's scheduled post.