Falling

Catching myself;

walking through Autumn light.

The eyes are blind

because the presence of blooming color

fading brightness, crisp breezes lifting 

are more than dull eyes could

perceive.

    Dense, oaky smells nourish

with each plummeting acorn.

The body loves sunlight
and senses its choreography

more than the eyes could crave

watching those precious edges of energy

dancing off stone and leaf.

    Clear pine advances 

with each exaltation of freshening air.

The mind is joyful in listening

as the canopies adjust their numbers,

patchwork quilts of grass, nettles, and dirt

folding, snapping, and crunching
musical in their whispering embrace of release.

    

Catching myself;

wandering through your spirit's light.