Nature

I find myself in the breath of autumn

dancing below the bellowing pines,

they, indifferent to my presence.

I blow air into the wind, it comes back to me

like the boomerang I flew in July.

In a glance, I catch the shape of dust waltzing

in a light that drapes through the trees.

The simplicity of the oaks sustain.  

Trees dress without warning.

Leaves burst, yellow, red, orange.

I shall think of nature’s bounty

And these trees that explode in transformation.

This worn path I took leads me to believe

I shared this walk

with the multitudes.

They too experienced the revolution

And we are the better for it.