
A happy family skips ahead of me on the path
Grandmother, parents, children - together
sharing the last warmth of this October afternoon
I slow, allowing them private joy
While Goldenrod on either side of the trail tickles my neck
and whispers
sneezes to my nose
Two deer flee in a thundering gallop, startled by the crunch
of my unintended step on acorn
A young Hawk cries among the trees – or is it a Blue Jay learning to imitate?
A Hawk, I think. Jays usually have companions echoing raucous encouragement
The cries I heard were plaintive,
solitary
Tall grasses wave as I pass, wildish,
Untamed blades of bronze and purple and green topped with a fuzz of soft seedheads
Dry meadow yields
to cool damp forest where low ferns and falling leaves layer the earth
An Ancient Tree calls in pain
A limb - larger than many surrounding trees - has broken from its massive trunk in the recent storms
I have no medicine for its wounds, I only have silent appreciation for its life
Sumac glows in its own red fire, lit by the sun’s Autumn slant
I wonder at the singularity of each season’s light
Fall looks so different from Spring ~ yet it’s the same sun-fire that flames
So, too, my season changes
Time tilts
Truths emerge
And my Soul’s angle shifts
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