Silence this Sunday

Held in a late season
At a shifting of worlds,
In the golden balance of autumn,
Out of love and reason

From the slow damnation
Of speech that is weak
And falls from silence.

“In the bright leaves was lost,
Quick as the leaf-fall,
Brittle and blood red
.”   
from Reminiscence by Richard O’ Moore 

Sunday Sayings: A pick from the poets, writers or scriptures