Autumn here carries
pages of caution
written across the air
In a signature of its calming breath
bordering the larks
of my own soul in
Searing creases of Light like
the aging, fallen symmetry of trees
expressed in an instance of chaos,
Willfully adjacent in silence,
piqued in the ardent smells
of limber pine, I find this
One moment of light comes to me,
as if in lonely disarray –
you see, I’ve been given notice
To a time where I cannot
escape its beauty, the simple
fact that here -above all else-
I am strewn among the
forest’s dance of incline
this falling, dying sunlight,
Tuned to a Song of Favor
A precious gift of sight

© Thespian Drummer / adjacent in silence