Fall Meditation #8 – Contemplations

We are nearly two-thirds through with our fall season. Color still remains; yellows, oranges, rust and bits of evergreen. Today, focus on three poets and their November thoughts.

“Autumn Evening in the Mountains”

After rain the empty mountain
stands autumnal in the evening,
Moonlight falls among the pines
And lays across the quiet streams.
Bamboos whisper of days long past,
Lotus-leaves yield before a sudden wind,
What does it matter that springtime has gone,
While you are here, my old friend?

– Wang Wei

“My November Guest”

My Sorrow, when she’s here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walks the sodden pasture lane.
– Robert Frost

“November By the Sea”

Now in November comes the sun down the abandoned heaven.
– D.H. Lawrence

This sodden day I sense these three bards felt much as I do – a bit melancholy, and yet awed by surrounding beauty. I can almost hear the exhale of this forest of oaks as each tree releases her leaves. Now, on the ground, the leaves lay crisp and brown.

I shuffle through them in my boots and remember leaf piles in my past, afternoons spent raking, and then rolling, and then raking again. I recall long walks, leaves floating down around me, golden sun peeking through the trees.

Deep in autumn, my heart and my mind are full to the brim with recollections.

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