We have been enjoying the fall colors here at Steinthal, but unfortunately the leaves are starting to fade into various shades of brown and fall from the trees. My favorite time at Steinthal is slowly moving away, taking much of its beauty with it. The sun shines through beautiful vibrant colors of red, green, orange and yellow and as I drive home after work I am mesmerized by the beauty all around me.
Carl Sandberg in his poem “Autumn Movement” captures the moment well:
I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.
The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper sunburned woman, the mother of the year, the taker of the seeds.
The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full of holes, new beautiful things come in the first spit of snow on the northwest wind, and the old things go, not one lasts.
