The breath of the universe
Blowing gently through the leaves
They blushed
And let go
For this moment
I, too
Am a tree turning red
A little yellow
A bit orange
Every illusion drifting
Floating
Blown away
My branches are barren
All bark and odd angles showing
I wait in the autumn sun
For my white cloak
Limbs lifted in praise
For the cold and dark
For the bright cool light
Longer still
For the warmth of spring
Beautiful poem for mid-October morning on the porch with coffee, slight autumn chill and leaves falling…
Thank you, Doug! It is a gorgeous day here – brightly sunny, and cool. 🙂
Beautiful
Thank you!