Wondering through the forest.
I follow blue that turns into auburn, orange and gold.
Leaves falling carpeting the woodland floor below.
My steps are imprinting a trail for those to follow.
An eerie silence is broken by autumn winds.
As a tree branch lets go of their colored foliage.
Just like a child at Christmas picking up to examine each fall trinket.
Mesmerized by the veins of the leaves that are intricately designed.
Throwing them back up into the air chasing the wind.
Walking down the valley where water meets the earth.
A cornucopia of water colored leaves float down stream.
Dragonflies zoom from end to end.
Trying to catch the last of their summer prey.
Their buzzing noise is soothing to my ears.
Their wings mimic the surrounding colors of nature’s beauty.
Here I sit and write trying to drink the last moments before the sun fades…
© Mary Anne Abdo

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