Autumnal grace
as shadows fall …
in silent space,
accompanied by
crunching leaves
the sounds of Fall.
Crisp, cool air,
further beauty,
no despair.
Keeps me walking
light as air.
Woods unfold their
silent beauty,
burnished colors
on display,
trees of old
giving sway.
As tenants of our wondrous planet,
wisdom lost in abandon,
let us not forget this day.
Lighting on…
a fragile flower,
beauty pronounced
with stunning power,
soft yet strong
showing promise…
leaving a trace,
of nature’s finest.
