Autumn Is A Beautiful Evening
Autumn Is A Beautiful Evening
Falling like yards of ochre tulle,
All that is left of the train of Summer
As she rounds the bend and is no more.
The Golden Hour darkens to a deep flame red.
The time of dwelling together is passed.
And each of us must take our leave
back to a winter solitude.
Every Jew is a stone-mason
Hewing his heart
To build a universal space
Out of time, timelessly,
Where G-d and Man
Will meet on un-equal
un-ending terms.
This poem originally appeared in SEASONS OF THE MOON for Cheshvan 5759.
Written by Rabbi Yaakov Asher Sinclair.
General Editor: Rabbi Moshe Newman.
HTML Design: Michael B. Treblow
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