L'aura del Campo

Enthralled [97]

Enthralled

You expected to be sad in the fall
when drifts of leaves crossed your path, the sunlight
of summer faded into long shadows,
red and gold twilight adrift under trees.

Yet, goldenrod bloomed, alive with sweat bees,
sweetness of past autumns coming to mind.
You discarded expectations, inhaled
each day's joy, began to twirl with brown leaves.

You let the wind take your sadness, the ground
take your body, gave yourself to cold skies.
You spread wings and left the autumn behind,
embracing your spirit in warmer climes.

You expected to be sad in the fall.
Once enthralled, you said goodbye to it all.

© Kåre Enga [174.97] (23.mai.2017)