The Woodland Road
As I walk the woodland road I am lavished by a deluge of painted leaves.
They fall like feathery rain from the skies above,
I see not where they arise but only where they land before me.
The wind whispers in my ear, a sonnet of nature's grace,
its melody pumps like a beating heart.
The towering trunks lay bare their souls,
shedding the memories of yet another year above ground,
once again they share with me the remembrance of a vivid lifetime.
As I continue my stride, the pebbles beneath my feet crunch as if broken glass,
shattered to bits by the vibrant hues of the turning trees.
A myriad of fiery crimson, amber persimmon, and golden chartreuse blanket the canvas I see before me;
the colors so brilliant they blindfold my penchant to speak.
I may always know exactly where I am but time is easily misplaced as I walk along,
searching to find my serenity but in truth finding serenity in my search.
Here,
is the only place where being lost helps me find peace.
Always in this special place,
always along the woodland road.
January 11, 2016
Copyright © Sam Jameson | Year Posted 2016
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