IN AUTUMN WOODS

By: dc HILL (November 28, 1993)

Come with me,

To where birds sing,

              in harmony

To where cadence tunes

              to the swing of falling leaves,

To where red, orange and gold

              enflame your mind and enrich the soul

To where your lungs are filled

              with sweet, cold air,

To where life’s aches are cleansed

               in just three breathes,

To where time stands still

               if just for a brief moment,

To where you can view

               reality, fruition and immortality.