Another cycle of fall is upon us,
hiking path covered with leaves,
swish, swish, the sound of shoes,
as feet swinging with momentum
oscillate back and forth,
following the path of nature.

Crunching sounds meet the ears
as soles connect with the leaves,
and rocks, the interdependence
of movement against firm earth,
while leaves fall like snowflakes,
gently whispering their names.

Dancing, twirling, floating
nature’s kaleidoscope
viewed from the middle,
a 360º vision of season change
accompanied by the stream,
flowing downhill, perfect
in pitch and tempo.

Walking quietly along,
partners, my wife and myself,
sharing the sounds of nature
and softly a thought or two,
words, accenting nature’s melody
with intimacy, peace and understanding.

Words, the crayons coloring
the canvas of ourselves, exposing a
deeper level of our true being,
letting go of pretense
as mother nature
caresses us with her embrace.

The energy flows
through and around us,
alive in the moment,
not anchored in
concepts or desires,
knowing the present is enough.

One with our surroundings
open to the subtle changes
of sound and movement,
of color and smell,
time and space,
universally accepting.

The cycle continues…