Autumn Falls Round And Robust May 2026

He felt full. Rounded. Robust.

That’s when Elias understood.

As a young man, he’d read the poets—Keats, Hopkins, the usual wistful souls—and they all spoke of autumn as a sigh: a thin, golden weeping of leaves, a melancholy maiden with wind-tangled hair. It was the season of lovely decay. Of endings. autumn falls round and robust

“Good,” he said. “That’s enough.” He felt full