Vivid crimson, golden fall leaves
Crisp and wrinkled, large and small leaves
Fields of corn turn sun-dried saffron
Last truck filled with harvest’s haul leaves
Critters dig in winter burrows
Each geese flock with farewell call leaves
Hay in bales and grain in silos
Sinking sun in shadows tall leaves
Cold wind carries winter’s first snow
Bare trees wait return of all leaves
Anticipation
the Belief in Catching a Dream Elsewhere
Flurry
of Going Hurriedly In a Jostling Kaleidoscope
Looking
for Many, New, Other Places Quickly
Rendezvous
a Space and Time, Unique or Variable
Window
of eXcitement, Youth, and Zest
Rain pours down with silent splash
Lightning strikes from cloud to ground
But never does the thunder crash
When silence is the only sound
Traffic speeds by, buses stop
Trains and semis shake the ground
Without a rumble, honk or pop
When silence is the only sound
Children call but none is heard
In the backyard, store, playground
People look – can’t speak a word
When silence is the only sound
Woods and jungles running free
Birds and animals all around
Without the great cacophony
When silence is the only sound
What is it that is such a thrill
To rise up through gravity’s barrier
The moment of breathtaking speed
Leave earth behind and ride the air
What is it that is such a thrill
To look down from the air so high
And see the tiny earth below
To hang suspended in the sky
What is it that is such a thrill
To rise and fall, to turn and glide
Complete control in all directions
To go somewhere or just to ride
What is it that is such a thrill
To finally descend back down
To leave the surreal world of flight
And stand again on solid ground
