I walk slowly through subtle hues of red-yellow
Earth draped in light
Falling gently with the winds of time
As the world begins to sleep.
Lungs filled with winter’s breath
And the cool, crisp crackle of leaves beneath my tread
Slow my pace to match its own
And I pause.
Patiently waiting for the outbreath
To guide my wandering steps and fleeting thoughts
Past the falling sun
And toward the horizon.
Where I can rest in the peace and calm