Vibratory Hum of Golden Leaves

There is an almost
imperceptible
vibratory hum

that saturates itself into us;

nourishing the hidden places
and spaces of our soul

as we carry ourselves
on foot

through the enshrouding
brilliant tunnel of the vibrant
burning golden leaves of Autumn -

leaves alive with the rattling
of the early mountain breeze;

leaves ablaze with the early
mountain sunrise.

In a day you will
miss this soaking vision
altogether.  Frost knew its
weight and worth - an hour.

Nothing

is able to hold this
hum for very long.

And yet,
if your step is quick,
if the morning dew is

heavy on the bark,

and if a cold chill snaps
nicely in the air,

you will feed on this autumnal
glory for days and days hence.

Remind me again why

people spend so little time
out among the damp,
cold leaves of autumn.

There is an awesome thunder
and an immensely vivid flash

in moments

that carry you forth on
more than one impression.


There is an almost
imperceptible
vibratory hum

that saturates itself into us;

nourishing the hidden places
and spaces of our soul

as we carry ourselves
on foot

through the enshrouding
brilliant tunnel of the vibrant
burning golden leaves of Autumn -

leaves alive with the rattling
of the early mountain breeze;

leaves ablaze with the early
mountain sunrise.