Autumn

Sitting in the Archive on a lovely fall day, I found the perfect words of how autumn touches me:

I would say this for the leaves:
That they comfort me,
And though my heart is heavy,
Such light in pools of color below,
Such light in shimmering color above,
Such a soft richness of quiet turning
Lifts and blesses my eyes
That I might turn like them
Upon a pliant stem
Until the clean break at the neat crescent place,
The edge designed for letting go,
Sets me free to drift,
A bright gash against the dark air.
And seeing grey limbs appear,
Tree by tree like naked bones
Drying in the lingering sun,
I too feel the downward pull of the sap
Hidden and waiting to transform.
~Mary Chivers