Poetry

A Poem for Autumn: “Grace” by Wendell Berry

The woods is shining this morning. Red, gold and green, the leaves lie on the […]

Luke Wilson / 11.3.15

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The woods is shining this morning.
Red, gold and green, the leaves
lie on the ground, or fall,
or hang full of light in the air still.
Perfect in its rise and in its fall, it takes
the place it has been coming to forever.
It has not hastened here, or lagged.
See how surely it has sought itself,
its roots passing lordly through the earth.
See how without confusion it is
all that it is, and how flawless
its grace is. Running or walking, the way
is the same. Be still. Be still.
“He moves your bones, and the way is clear.”

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One response to “A Poem for Autumn: “Grace” by Wendell Berry”

1. David Knowles Roger Knowles says:

   11/10/2023 at 4:31 pm

   Does it remain as the Woods throughout the poem?

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