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While out walking on this beautiful day,
attached to my own venerable solitude,
I glimpsed a gorgeous autumn leaf,
finding ease and rest by the side of the curb.

Looking up, I spotted the tree from which it fell
and noticed yet another leaf twirling, then floating
with such a sleepy, effortless tranquility, down toward me,
as though lullabied by the wind’s sweeping breeziness.

Sadly, I could not hear its primal cry
and the innocence of the scene became
all the more affecting as the leaf,
by force of nature, pirouetted to the ground.

Newly severed, it lay limpid and mute,
yet its plume of flame continued to blaze
with such splendour and acute simplicity,
even though one day, it would vanish into nothingness.

The falling of a leaf is a simple, common occurence,
yet I am constantly filled with overwhelming wonder
as the beloved, sometimes ignored background
of this earth awakens me to its serendipitous circumstances.

How lovely and awake this is!

Multi-dimensional and alert.
I really like this Carm.

With the autumn equinox tomorrow, your poem is right on time

Thankyou!

A
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Thanks for your kind comments Alsiony.

Alsiony writes:

How lovely and awake this is!

How lovely and awake this season is…

I came upon this poem recently, that captured the essence of a simple autumn leaf…

I am a leaf. See how I sway.
Here on my branch I am safe, for today.
A part of the whole, waving about,
I’d like to be noticed but never stand out.

Supple and springy I’ve summered up here,
The weather my playmate, and misty or clear
The view from my branch is a beautiful thing.
Breezes are tunes and sometimes I sing;

It sounds like a whisper but listen, it’s me,
Adding my voice to the song of the tree.
Golden as glory, I bud and I blaze -
Dancing like fire in mercurial ways.

I lived high above you. Did you notice at all?
I am a leaf. See now I fall.

- by Ian G, 06/11/06

Also, this link came to mind…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dn-F596r ... re=related

I am heading out now so as to catch another glimpse of Mother Nature’s magnificent fall foliage, whose very fragility lends to the glorious acoustics of this season.

Delicious autumn!
My very soul is wedded to it,
and if I were a bird I would fly
about the earth seeking
the successive autumns.
- George Eliot

This is kind of how Autumn and Winter feel to me.

A good time for the deeper parts of your mind to come to the fore - a nice time for contemplation and thinking...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aoV5pcEVLQA&feature=fvw

This is a lovely part of the year

A
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Alsiony, thank you, I really appreciated the chance to view: An ode to the Autumn Equinox (Mabon) "She is dying”

It certainly captures the haunting melancholic, meditative mood of autumn while eliciting the echo of the transient nature of things. Summer gone, the flame of autumn teases aloud our sombre spirit, as though it recognizes our inattention towards the necessity of Mother Nature’s seasoned moods. We surrender to the fall of autumn’s teardrops that previously hung pendant with a burst of colours palpable and immediate. As autumn bores its hushed lamentation deep within us, we enter the lambent glare of each collapsed drop, binding tight to its pastoral song.

That time of year thou mayst in me behold (Sonnet 73)

That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the deathbed whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourished by.
This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

– by William Shakespeare