There is poignancy to autumn. This is the time of harvest. The plants have achieved their fullness and now they offer their fruits and drop their seeds. The trees, whose new green announced springtime, will lose their green and reveal the brilliant oranges, reds and yellows that were hidden beneath. The early dawn of mornings and the long brightness of evenings have slowly shortened into a balance of light and darkness. We know darkness will grow before light slowly increases. As we see the trees burst into color and then slowly drop their leaves, we ask ourselves what we have become and what we have to give. There is a ripeness, a fullness and a freedom to reveal what has been accomplished. We are in rhythm with earth. This is also our time of transition rooted in the balance of what has been, open to what can change.
O Cosmic Christ, whose spirit fills the universe, help us to recognize our planetary oneness, our solidarity with all species of our world, our unity with you and each other.
Live life simply and in tune with earth’s seasons and hold all earth’s creatures in respect and appreciation. Hold the rhythms of life as sacred each filled with its own potential and gifts. Let go and release things that have been a burden.
To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven.
Sow to yourselves in righteousness, reap in mercy; break up your fallow ground: for it is time to seek the Lord, till he come and rain righteousness upon you.
For me, my God and my joy and all achievement, the very purpose of my being and all my love of life, all depend on this one basic vision of the union between yourself and the universe. Let others fulfilling a function more august than mine, proclaim your splendors as pure Spirit; as for me, dominated as I am by a vocation which springs from the inmost fibers of my being, I have no desire, I have no ability, to proclaim anything except the innumerable prolongations of your incarnate being in the world of matter.
Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, Hymn to the Universe
Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits.
I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.
Things fall apart so that other things can fall together.
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
Unless a tree has borne blossoms in spring, you will vainly look for fruit on it in autumn.
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
Autumn is the eternal corrective. It is ripeness and color and a time of maturity; but it is also breadth, and depth, and distance. What man can stand with autumn on a hilltop and fail to see the span of his world and the meaning of the rolling hills that reach to the far horizon?
The season for enjoying the fullness of life — partaking of the harvest, sharing the harvest with others, and reinvesting and saving portions of the harvest for yet another season of growth.
Autumn, the year’s last, loveliest smile.
William Cullen Bryant