The Air Wild with Leaves

Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves ~Humbert Wolfe

Last week, a misty morning  turned the garden into a place of magic and mystery.

A few days later, a wild wind carried winter in its arms and spun the color from the trees into the air.

And then it snowed for two days.

In spite of the recent snow and freezing temperatures, the garden still offers moments of beauty. In a world that seems to have gone mad, the garden remains a place for quiet reflection, solace for frayed emotions and restless thoughts. Everywhere I look, there is richness of texture, of color, of light sifting through the trees, mist flowing down the hills. As I step on carpets of fallen oak leaves rimmed with morning frost, the world seems alive and abundant. A family of deer sidle by the fence, the red-tailed hawk whistles its distinctive cry, chipmunks scuttle under the stone walls, bluejays and cardinals drink from the birdbath. A few roses linger next to the russet leaves of autumn shrubs, the carpets of Ajuga glow with their dark winter foliage. Until the snows come in earnest, the garden is a cornucopia of life.

At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth ~Rilke


For my American friends, I wish you a joyful Thanksgiving; to all my friends and readers, I wish you a cornucopia of abundance in your lives.

There is a lie that acts like a virus within the mind of humanity. And that lie is, “There’s not enough good to go around. There’s lack and there’s limitation and there’s just not enough.” The truth is that there’s more than enough good to go around. There is more than enough creative ideas. There is more than enough power. There is more than enough love. There’s more than enough joy. All of this begins to come through a mind that is aware of its own infinite nature. ~Michael Beckwith

Here’s a link to Jude’s November garden challenge on trees and leaves, worth a visit, especially if you like woodlands and Shakespeare.

Unless otherwise indicated, all photos and text ©2016 Lynn Emberg Purse, All Rights Reserved

33 thoughts on “The Air Wild with Leaves

  1. You’re fortunate at this time of year to live in and near deciduous forests.

    I looked up the Rilke and found it’s from “Letters on Cézanne.” Here’s the larger passage:

    “At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honeysweet where you feel it touching the first sounds. Containing depth within itself, darkness, something of the grave almost.”

    • Steve, this is definitely the time of year to enjoy the woods, although the trees are mostly bare since that singular leaf fall I caught on video.

      I love Rilke; I have books of his poetry and his “Letters to a Young Poet” and even a CD where his poetry was both read and set to music by the jazz vocal group New York Voices. Since finding that quote (thanks for including all of it), I have downloaded a Kindle sample of his Cezanne letters; I have always been fascinated by the cross-pollination of ideas and inspiration between the arts. And his words touch me deeply.

  2. Breathtaking photographs – and the video and music transport me. Thank you for the gifts you share with us, Lynn. I will copy and tape the Beckwith quote to a wall where I see it daily. Words to remember in difficult times. Happy Thanksgiving!

  3. Beautiful, Lynn. Our gardens center us and provide moments of magic, joy and peace. In our family we talk about the leaves dancing as they twirl and swirl in the air! Ever so thankful for Nature, and your artistry…

  4. Beautiful moments of video and music–leaves and wind lifting , spinning, being discharged. Your garden is always enchanting but this mist and snow make it more itself in new ways. The quotes were perfect. Revere poet Rilke… The last by M. Beckwith is much of what I felt today as I wrote my post–and I so agree. Blessings on you and yours.

    • What a lovely response, Cynthia – thank you. Rilke is one of my favorites, somehow he speaks what I feel but couldn’t express. I read your post and yes, it does resonate with Beckwith’s words. Blessings to you as well.

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