The Year Wheel Turns Again
Today is the fall equinox; the still golden light is here, and the crickets’ shy songs. Critters are busy restocking larders and refurbishing dens, and the leaves are dreaming of fiery journeys.
Autumn eats its leaf out of my hand: we are friends.
From the nuts we shell time and we teach it to walk:
then time returns to the shell.
— From Corona, by Paul Celan
Image: Leaf Spiral by Carol Goodwin, after Andy Goldsworthy