Fall Reverie
An oriental carpet of saffron and russet leaves
Covered the sidewalk in luxury yesterday.
While the forced mundaneness of the everyday world
Lulled those waiting for the bus to ignore
the free beauty provided for just the looking.
The explosion of colors
on the horizon is more muted now.
Birds cluster and chitter noisily
in the naked ebon trees outside my window.
Now they and I look forward to the rising sun’s
turning the sky crimson, then gold, then peach.
I savor watching the carpet, knowing I am part of the tapestry of life,
And yet
The leaves continue to come and to go—
Mundaneness, apathy, and now Thanksgiving all,
all seek my attention.
My life’s thread continues
combining, choosing, creating
the essence of the carpet of my soul.
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