Through the painter’s forest

City dreams behind
Leaves snow to the earth
Momentary wings


In this fusion of fall
Leaves snow to the earth
Momentary wings
Shadow and light falling
Autumn colors on my shoulders

Tired of not writing,
I bought free trade coffee beans
with Michael's money,
(He is missing my visions.)
loving from afar,
peering into my treed path.
My own spirit's foot steps I follow,
through the painter's forest -
leaving city dreams behind.
In this fusion of fall, 
leaves snow to the earth,
momentary wings,
shadow and light falling,
coating me in autumn colors...
            ...waking, wandering wind.