Autumn

The leaves are falling,falling as if from far up,

as if orchards were dying in high space.

Each leaf falls as if it were saying “no.”
And tonight the heavy earth is falling

away from all the other stars in the loneliness.
We’re all falling. This hand here is falling.

And look at the other one... It’s in them all.
And yet there is Someone,whose hands

infinitely calm, hold up all this falling.