Saturday, September 25, 2010

fall falling


And every year there is a brief, startling moment
When we pause in the middle of a long walk home and
Suddenly feel something invisible and weightless
Touching our shoulders, sweeping down from the air:
It is the autumn wind pressing against our bodies;
It is the changing light of fall falling on us.

-- Edward Hirsch, from his poem "Fall"

1 comment:

shrink on the couch said...

I love this poem. I know this feeling well, at about November.