Becoming
cloaked in crimson

bittersweet
orange – lemony hazel

– healers with bony
sun gold fingers –
dawn backlit by chartreuse,
shimmering ruby
salmon, lime, when star
burns away puffs of
cottony mist rising
transpiring trees
still standing
miracles
on the mountain
breathe in leafy
brilliance that
will not last
bespeak eternity
now
a golden
haze spreads over
the mirrored lakes
sky meets water

not a ripple
then
emerald ducks
quacking reeds
and geese take flight
at dusk….
Every year autumn seizes me like a lover and I become HER – Transformation is real and always embodied. I live through the natural wonder of every tree even as the departing geese remind me of the season to come…
A magical poem! 😊
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Thanks Tom !…. Part of a series of four written after being in the forest last week!
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