8 A Walk on Autumn Day

A Walk on Autumn Day
 

Silence fills the woods, 
as I stand still,
gazing up at the arched ceiling above,
leaves of gold, red, and bronze,
glow softly as many colored jewels,
beautiful as the stained glass windows of a church. 

I smile softly as a bird calls, 
it's song a sad goodbye, 
farewell to the place it once called home,
farewell to the place of wonder and ancient memories,
only to return when a season or two has gone and faded, 
when warmth again returns to this old world of trees and growth,
a world that had been since centuries old. 

The wind picks up and softly blows, 
a gentle breeze rustling the high canopy above.
Small jewels of feathery lightness gently descend and fall,
dancing with an elegance never seen before. 

How I loved this season, 
so full of magic,
so full of wonders,
a season of sad departing,
yet more splendid than all seasons before,
a promise of beauty and plenty to come after the cold hands of frost are gone.