Pine needles cover the bright parts of you…and when the wind tastes you…your colors undo…a sky before your feet..

I listen to the silence of the wind moving slowly…pieces of life…where…in her heart truth lives…when she really looks for it

 

Lone road…so winding… a tunnel of lovely… walk it with me… feel the leaves touch your face… as they plummet in dripping pleasure for our eyes.

The fruit of Fall… chains my heart… as I steal all of it… in selfish eyes…

The shade of the sun …searches the mountains…to flash a memory .of colors that can’t last…but tickle your thoughts forever

 

Remember the first time you danced in the fall leaves when you lifted piles of them and tossed them in the air… and dove into your first pile

The leaves are still there… waiting in your mind… to be played with when no one is looking … your child comes out again… try! 

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