Strolling,
Leaving footprints,
I look up to see night birds weave beneath the tree canopy.
The dimly lit sky surrounds me
As the silver moon breathes.
Sheltered by the comfort of wild asters, I lay in the amber light.
Cold to the touch,
The ground is blanketed.
Gold glistens by the river bank
And captures this brilliance of Earth.
As I pick up a fallen Maple leaf,
I am in peace.
This secluded spot is my autumnal home.