Leaving Them Looking

In between days, unsure if it is autumn or spring. A treat for the senses, a suspension of disbelief until budding or freezing explodes. No turning back as time rolls on like a hamster working the wheel. Marking the simple small moments in life. A beautiful fallen leaf. A smooth river stone. A taste of real delight. Sincere warmth from another.

The smell of smoke in the autumn air. Seeing breath again proves there is still life. The sharp crunch of acorns, twigs, pine needles and oak leaves beneath feet walking in the woods. The first gray days are tolerable with the trees blazing, turning colors,
reaching out, branches like arms. Nest in them. Leaves falling, denuding the deciduous, exposing their most private parts, leaving them looking like bare maidens. The sky is their skin.