”Nature reminds us that we cannot hold on forever. Only with letting go can new life come. . . . So autumn always makes me wonder what I am holding on to. What is it that I am afraid to let go of? . . . What must be put aside so that spring can arrive?”
—-John Izzo, Second Innocence: Rediscovering Joy and Wonder
Day: October 26, 2022
Leaf Hanging Like a Suspended Criminal
Gosh I love this one. I am so grateful for all of the wonder and awe I get to experience as a result of Rosemary’s blog.
Last Week in October
by Thomas Hardy
The trees are undressing, and fling in many places–
On the gray road, the roof, the window-sill
Their radiant robes and ribbons and yellow laces;
A leaf each second so is flung at will,
Here, there, another and another, still and still.
A spider’s web has caught one while downcoming,
That stays there dangling when the rest pass on;
Like a suspended criminal hangs he, mumming
In golden garb, while one yet green, high yon,
Trembles, as fearing such a fate for himself anon.
Elisa's Spot 