Yellow leaf, hand sized, makes its way
Down, floating on fall breezes
Past limbs of redwood, kissing branches
Twirling dance in soundless space
Then cricket chirp answered by crow's caw
Melody echoed by the wooing of steam engine's
Whistle, now the crunch of deer feet, now rush of
Water, now the whoop of a child running along dirt
Trails dappled in afternoon light
Walking holding hands, gawking, chins raised, mouths
Opened in awe, a work of art at every path's turn
Savoring nature's majesty, never-ending inspiration

© by Linda Golden.
Used with the author's permission.