SILENTLY as twilight shades woodland leaves are
Each through stilly autumn
air a winding way is taking;
Each through yielding
golden air a path of beauty making,
Loosening and wavering and exquisitely stopping.
fellow-travellers, gentle, frail and flaming,
of kin you are to me as brother is to brother;
I, like you, am journeying
to the self-same mother,
On a path of mystery and beauty past my naming.