Autumn
The leaves fall softly,
A whisper of time passing,
Golden silence drifts.
The leaves fall softly,
A whisper of time passing,
Golden silence drifts.
Shadows stretch across,
Stars kindle in the still sky,
Dreams walk quietly.
“The limits of my language mean the limits of my world.” — Ludwig Wittgenstein
“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” — Mary Oliver