“September has come, it is hers
Whose vitality leaps in the autumn,
Whose nature prefers
Trees without leaves and a fire in the fireplace.
So I give her this month and the next
Though the whole of my year should be hers who has rendered already
So many of its days intolerable or perplexed
But so many more so happy.
Who has left a scent on my life, and left my walls
Dancing over and over with her shadow
Whose hair is twined in all my waterfalls
And all of London littered with remembered kisses.”
― Louis MacNeice, Autumn Journal
I am getting older now, and I find that my love of what has completely satisfied me, filled me to the brim, continues to do so, and I often think that I should force myself to reach out to new things, in order to stay young. But what does youth matter? I have plans for the future, and I deserve my nostalgia for the past as I prepare to move forward into the plains of the soul.
2 thoughts on “All My Waterfalls”
Love the brilliance of the picture on your post! As well as your header foliage 🙂
I too am feeling that “end of life rhythm” – a different rhythm has arrived, the body slowing down, many things that mattered before no longer do. I have no desire for “enlightenment” anymore, but just to BE who I *naturally* am, playing in the Divine Play of the Cosmos. Only spending my heart beats on what gives my heart joy.
Sounds like you are ahead of me, but I think I’m gaining on you! So to speak, of course….