Walking in early morning fog and rain
Crossing stone bridge with kindred spirit,
We stop midway seeing creek below
Torrential water skims its banks.
Brown leaves swirl aimlessly in torrents
Having left trees where they once thrived,
Trees tower high above raging waters
Lower branches green, upper reds and yellows.
Season’s changes visible along this creek
Moving with powerful coursing torrents,
Oblivious to nature’s autumn changes
Always flowing at own rhythmic pace.
Changes ebb deeply within myself
Seeing where my thoughts have been,
Creative thoughts in their endless flow
Seemingly from ethers of present time.
Thoughts, bridges from past to future,
Stone bridge a link across this creek
Provides sure passage to other side,
Present rests between past and future.
Nature’s miracles awe every moment
When seasons change trees and creeks,
Thoughts swirl like old brown leaves
Never sure where they will lead.
Walking back across stone bridge
Knowing how the seasons change,
Feeling deep within my being
Changes coming to my soul.