Fall

The leaves are falling, falling as from far,from wilting in the heavens' farthest gardens:They're falling to negate the summer's mirth.
And in the nights the heavy Earthfalls into solitude from star to star.
We all are falling. This my hand here bends.And look at others: Fall's in all their calling.
And yet there's One, who's holding all this fallingforever tender in His upturned hands...