It is unseasonably warm
for an October afternoon
as I take a solo walk
surrounded by bountiful beauty...
Away from the hustle
and bustle of city crowds
chased only by whispers
and cloud shadows
I've walked this path before…
but today everything is different...
sunlight darts between branches
with softly murmuring leaves
Vines with ornamental berries
hang from low tree branches…
like scattered rosary beads
of bright orange bittersweet
Yellowing leaves are falling
to the ground... forming
a brown-gray carpet
of rustling lifeless sounds
Sumac trees line up in a row
like praying priests
wearing crimson robes
proceeding to a bridge
Fallen branches crisscross
over a parched drainage ditch
forming a barrier without a key...
Summer days are disappearing
Bowing trees and long grasses
bend gracefully… steering
my attention in the direction
of a sad solemn departure
10/13/2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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