Autumn Dance
Parchment leaves
burnt and gilded,
tattered, brittle, grace
the virgin forest floor,
piquant scents, breaths
of loam exhaled, fill
my lungs to bursting,
yearning all the more.
Fiery autumn, fierce
life rejoining
ancestors to my equinox.
God of whispers
sighs upon the sorrel leaves,
pirouetting on the blessing breeze
caressing my cheek, courting
in this untamed cathedral
of wood and stone
and bonnie brook, glistening
temperate and cool, singes
these sacred crimson leaves,
this ancient forest floor,
beckons my soul dance
this final dance with thee
once more.
