The Eternal Return of Autumn


The eternal return

of the    ephemeral

autumn         ballet




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

Rainer Maria Rilke




all                  around

a shedding of leaves

my          green cloak

growing        heavier




I notice that Autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature

Friedrich Nietzsche



Even decay is a form of transformation into other living things, part of the great rampage of becoming that is also unbecoming

Rebecca Solnit



almost                        dark

listen                      –  in(g)

to the huddled whispers

of the forest              flock




autumnal         portal

a suggestion of russet


Above the roof of Ian Hamilton Finlay’s ‘Temple of Apollo’ at Jupiter Artland




Flooding the fissures

of     the stone house

Liquid                 light

rippling            the air



(Redux) When natural cycles turn, brutalist windows can dream of (autumn) trees…


Now playing: Laura Cannell – ‘Born from the Soil’ from Beneath Swooping Talons.

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12 Responses to The Eternal Return of Autumn

  1. Tredynas Days says:

    I took some pictures yesterday of some huge field mushrooms in the fields at Trelissick gardens in Cornwall: it’s been a great autumn for funghi!

  2. Kathryn says:

    ‘the morns are meeker than they were,’
    lovely post )

  3. hamertheframer says:

    Gorgeous! Lovely juxtapositions and knitting together of connections.

  4. Beautiful post, Fifepsy – wonderfully woven with quotes and these fabulous images of yours. The forest flocks are like little blooms of magic.

  5. Lovely autumnal post, with a fine choice of quotes. I especially like the portal framing dappled light and turning leaves.

    • Thanks Laurence. The portal was a glorious accident. After failing to adequately capture the inscription inside the temple, the view through the roof seemed more interesting.

  6. Very enjoyable post. Spring is hope and renewal but Autumn never fails to satisfy the part of the soul where summer and winter can disappoint, especially in Scotland. Love the thought (and the image) of the autumnal portal. Wish I knew enough about wild mushrooms to pick them for autumn stews!

    • Thanks Alex. I think Autumn is my favourite season and maybe Scotland is particularly suited for it. Likewise, don’t know enough about mushrooms, to pick any, but do delight in their myriad forms and colours.

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