fallen

Fallen leaves still show path of sudden
streams on trails created by torrential rains
of recent days. The creek remains just
above its banks & continues to fill beds
usually left dry.

In reaching limbs of a certain tree,
orangish gold rays illuminate it
in brilliance of falling sun. Down,
I am wandering in gaining shadows
about dips now full of blessed water –
the swamp, a least turn, our pond.

Anywhere here I could die
& be happy where I fell.

03/10/11, after an invigorating walk
in our woods with my canine daughter

(Photo © 2009, Poetry © 2011 by j. m. Scoville)