posted 5 Oct 2014, 14:37 by Peter Morgan
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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.
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