Autumn

(Found here)

The leaves are falling, falling from on high,
as if far gardens withered in the sky.
It is with reluctance that they fall.

And during the nights weighty earth falls
from all the stars into solitude.

All of us fall. This hand falls here.
And look at others: All of them fall.

But there is One, Who holds what falls
with infinite softness in His hands.

~Rainer Maria Rilke