On The Way

On the way 

to on the trail,

a perpetual lean 

toward moving ahead.

Burgundy and gold

sassafras under foot

and in the trees tickle

my eyes and soul into

recognizing we are

back in the thin time

again.  The time when

meaning is mingled and

multiplied by the dampening

aroma of leaves beginning to

become undone, by the wind in

the trees caressing and rattling,

and by piles of apples laden with 

the bodies and carcasses of 

yellow jackets consuming their

fill.  The orange lancets of the

sumac point us in every direction - 

to wander and wonder ourselves

into being undone for a season;

undone with the purpose of simmering 

in the strong and occasional 

warming sun of day.  Because.

Just because.  The becauses of Autumn

hold me close and tight; close and tight

to my being and my reason for

breath.  Because.  Because.  Because.

All of my becauses are hidden;

hidden in the beauty of the Fall.