Fall

The high spring tide is falling away fast at Thornham.
The stumps are the fallen forests that were once all across this place.
They are symbolic of the lost wood henge society that once occupied this place and of eras and universes falling away.
Thanks as ever to youoregon1 for the Abstract Thursday challenge.

Autumn - Rainer Maria Rilke

The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up,
as if orchards were dying high in space.
Each leaf falls as if it were motioning "no."

And tonight the heavy earth is falling
away from all other stars in the loneliness.

We're all falling. This hand here is falling.
And look at the other one. It's in them all.

And yet there is Someone, whose hands
infinitely calm, holding up all this falling.