I am the crisp breeze
that splatters your soul
with myriad hues of scarlet and gold.
I am a cantata of leaves
that serenade and cajole
with words unspoken, secrets untold.
I am the pitter and patter
of soft falling rain
upon the brown decaying ground.
I am the heart of the matter,
the joy and pain
of all this green, life once found.
I am past summer’s end;
not quite winter’s death,
but life’s chosen state of rest.
I am the gentle bend
of that exhilarating breath
reaching nature’s vibrant crest.
I beckon you to wait and see
for all that is to come and be
This is my entry for One Hot Wednesday.