Autumn Day
By Rainer Maria Rilke
It is time. The summer was immense.
Lay your shadow on the sundials
and let loose the wind in the fields.
Bid the last fruits to be full;
give them another two more southerly days,
press them to ripeness, and chase
the last sweetness into the heavy wine.
Whoever has no house now will not build one
anymore.
Whoever is alone now will remain so for a long
time,
will stay up, read, write long letters,
and wander the avenues, up and down,
restlessly, while the leaves are blowing.
Saludos Listeros! I was in the mood for an autumn poem and found this from Rilke, one of my favorites. It has just the right amount of wistful melancholy that this season often produces and causes us to want to hunker down... But fall is also a great time for brisk renewal! Read on for updates from the studio and classes at a NEW (for me) teaching space..