lying here on the ground
eyes towards the heavens
azure skies seen through verdant branches
tinges of crimson and yellow exposing the fringes
squirrels and chipmunks reveling in the bounty
a winters survival somewhat more secure
on the air a smells of apples and berries
mingling with the musk of mushrooms
while returning to the soil the leaves fallen
having provided a shade and nourishment
the loss of there green revealing a palette so splendid
gently silently earthward they fall
where they land may not be where they lie
caught up in breezes swirling them once again high
oh so grand to lie there
to indulge richness accrued by observations
to relax in the knowledge that meager human existence
lies entwined in all the splendor
occasioned by the honking of the Canadian geese
setting my eyes on a quest to seek there trek
southward they fly
announcing to all
the turning of another season