I take pleasure seeing leaves turn red.
On trees from whose rich fruit we’re fed.
My apples dropped to mossy lawn,
My plums purpled from sun late born.
Stand still, then listen in the woods.
Hear the sounds of dreaming doves.
Shelter, quiet,by oak and elm,
And find your self in woodland’s realm.
Gaze at clouds through branches high.
See red leaves light up pale sky.
The sun is angled now so low,
The trees their longer shadows show.
In what,at first,seemed silence clear
The chirps of birds, who know no fear
Are gathered to our open ears.
I’d like to live as do wild flowers.
Though life may last but one hour.
An hour of complete submission to
The bliss of love and sun and you.
A moment can be a life time too.
In joy, our love of life’s renewed.
Time stretches out in sweet embrace,
For us who live in earth’s dear space.