Autumn can be cold, dark and grey, but also full of colours. I found a maple leaf, rather nondescript and was reminded of the following poem by Hermann Hesse.
The Drifting Leaf
Headmost in wind's shoving
waves a wilted leaf.
Roaming, youth, and loving
stops: their time is brief.
Trackless leaves ascend, descend
wherever winds will stray,
only to stop in the woods, in decay.
Where will my journey end?
Hesse has also said, and I quote: “Most people...are like a falling leaf that drifts and turns in the air, flutters, and falls to the ground. But a few others are like stars which travel one defined path: no wind reaches them, they have within themselves their guide and path.”
A time for contemplation too...Much light, and see you all soon!