Turning colors, I feel the light waning
Sensing yellow pushing through my spine,
Tickled in my core by the touch of orange
Passion reds and fuscias syncopating

I feel twinges of change
Pushing me in all directions at once
I am turning and turning
And the colors pour through me
To the edges of me
Twisting with each power-filled gust of air
The wind propels my soul to fly
As Life in her majestic cycle,
Tickles my recent memories…..

Of spring, in my shivering lush attire
Verdant viridian and shocking chartreuses
Green life loving herself though maple and cedar
birches and bamboos,

Today inside the paintbox dawn
Nestled between glowing purple hues
I dreamed it was my time of falling
From the tree in whose branching arms
I have hugged the sky.
Enormous release from high altitude views

Click…. the subtle break, now soaring……
I am pouring my colors into flight
I land breathless into the mosaic
Strewn messages from tree to earth
Nourishing she who made us
With earthiness and light.

A human creature of the Mystery
I pause to enter the autumn gallery
Eyes raking in the splendor of artistry
Each etched by Gaia’s delicate hand