An Autumnal Fragment

falling, still falling

I’ve forgotten who I am presently

I wish people were a little more present, presently present

Anyway, I just love the shapes of these trees, the grooves, crannies and textures of their bark

I love being surrounded by all this mud and all these leaves

I can smell the earth, the soil, I inhale the soul of the season

I feel autumn in my body, in my blood, I feel the transition

The flow of time is manifest as leaves release their dying gasps

Sprinkling the ground, the leaves are of many colours, mustardyellow, burntorange, winered, coffeebrown

I see fungi emerging from the ground and decaying pieces of wood

This feels like home

Others don’t seem to like Winter, or the decay of Autumn, but I’ve never had these feelings

I embrace every season, within every experience I try to see every other experience

As I wander the forest, pondering, I notice a proud horse-chestnut tree dominating the leaf-covered glade

Some of its leaves are