Muted Mystery of Life

The Warm Autumn Sun

Shimmered Down

As Crystals

Upon the Maple

Worn by Time.

I thought of my Life.

The Mirage of Colors…

Muted Veins in Leaves

of Time

Aged, Imperfect

Yet Stunning.

I thought of My Life

Earth Below Warm,

Blanketed…

With Leaves and Breaths of Time

Oh..the Drama

Gifts in the Autumn Air.

I thought of my Life

Amid the Beauty,

Metamorphosis…

Internal Syrup Manifested

Spirit/ Wisdom

Ancestral Gifts of Age.

I am thankful for my Life.

Peace to you and yours. Brooklyn