AMONGST THE AUTUMN TREES

Into the shadows, underneath the shaded trees,

Footsteps on a carpet of leaves falling like rain.

Glance do I at what’s above, flashes of sunlight,

Gleaming through living statues of brilliant color.

A gentle breeze whispers past through the branches,

Ornaments let go of the arms that hold them, floating

quietly and gently to the ground.

Further into the Autumn day I venture,

All is calm with nature as it invites me to share the day.

Amongst the Autumn trees lies much more than one dares to dream,

A never-ending cycle of life that isn’t always visible.

                           Keith Garrett