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.
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