Lighted trees offer dancing leaves
In every possible hue.
Cotton clouds in purple shrouds
Float 'gainst a sky of pure blue.
Prairie grass bends and stands again
In submission to the breeze.
A Red Tail hawk cruises a balk
Then vanishes thru the trees.
My collar is raised as I gaze,
The north wind at my back.
On another day this wind will stay,
And snow will cover my tracks.
I cross the stream of shimmering beams
Reflected of the sun.
It bubbles around the rocks its found
Along its winding run.
I breathe in deep and feel the steep
Of peace that rides the breeze.
And, as along I trod, I offer God
Thanks for Fall days like these.
K.L. Dennie Oct. 2017
