Leavetakings

It is the time of leaves, of leaving, leaf- and leave-taking.

From a poem of the same name, by Louise Bogan—

I do not know how we can bear

The river struck by the gold plummet of the moon

And nor do I know how we can bear this conflagration of the trees, leaving them stripped and sere, with nothing left.


Every year again, this fundamental loss.

image:  Christie B. Cochrell, Red Leaves