posted 5 Oct 2014, 14:37 by Peter Morgan
updated 5 Oct 2014, 14:50
I set out to run,
Dressed to move.
Adorning shades to shelter my eyes
From the leaning autumn light.
A glimpse of light and shade
Amongst the waving leaves above
Tempts the eyes.
Not far to travel
Before I am lost and found.
Removing my darkened glasses
I drink in the fullness of the light.
A confident breeze touches my skin,
Tickling the leaves above,
Which rustle with delight.
Oh the colours.
Some trees a subtle shift from green to yellow,
Some a showcase of fiery amber and reds.
Vibrant, vivid, unapologetically stunning...
Attention jolts with a momentary shiver.
Enjoyment, or a reminder that I am under-dressed
To stand and be with the trees?
I take a moment to acknowledge the time we had.
My wish to run has passed.