AUTUMN
When to my being’s depths I penetrate,
There stirs expectant longing
That, self-observing, I may find myself
As gift of summer sun, a seed
That warming lives in autumn mood
As germinating force of soul.
— Rudolf Steiner
AUTUMN
When to my being’s depths I penetrate,
There stirs expectant longing
That, self-observing, I may find myself
As gift of summer sun, a seed
That warming lives in autumn mood
As germinating force of soul.
— Rudolf Steiner