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. 

With these gentle steps 

I am home.

By Peter Morgan