
don’t miss the colors
being in such a hurry
for what lies ahead

don’t miss the colors
being in such a hurry
for what lies ahead

passing through fall woods
pausing to graze within flow
nothing more freeing

just eating the fruit
not seeing where it came from
not nearly as sweet

a gap in the door
snagging those casted wayward
neither in nor out

spilling from parcel
a surprise delivery -
fresh fruit from Mom’s trees