Leaves scream out their raspy,

crunching whispers into

shadows withheld behind

arms of every tree.

Still despite going thru

tangible fears that bind

dream to mind’s devices:

imagination’s clue.

Stop now for moment’s mind-

ing, things of what one says

should be for callous heart

completely ne’er to find.

Wanderlust plays its part

in our mind’s restless, discontent.