Mother Nature

autumn

Birdsong,
liberated.

In the hands of mother nature.

Lost in thought,
in the trees, in life, in mind.

Golden crunch,
under my soles.

Toxin cleanse – joy and peace.

No restriction
to the adventure
of Sundays.

Squirrels roam, they paint
a happy picture.

At home – they prosper.

Giddy dogs, barking children.
Sun- playing hide and seek
behind the trees.

Pine, leaves and bark.
The mixture fills my nose.

Orange creeping,
Magenta, Violet, Blue.

Bitter cold, Autumn is lost.

Time to find my way back.