Lost and Found

Post date: Oct 05, 2014 9:37:33 PM

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