Autumn

The dry leaves fall,

 

 

Fall from distant gardens in the sky,

 



Fall with an air of resignation.

And in the night this heavy earth falls down,

 



 

Down from the stars into a lonliness.

 

All of us fall. This hand must fall.

 

 

 And look around you; it will all go the same way.

 

 

Yet there is One who holds all falling things,

 



 

Gently, eternally within his hands.

 

 

 

by Rainer Maria Rilke