Don't Rush the Seasons

Thoughts on the beauty of passing time.

I want to burn slow fires.
Walk windy wind-swept gravel lanes.
Count countless leaves
Falling, following the pace of slowing days.
Capture the rapture ravishing a fallow field
With tumble-leaf frost
At midnight moon.

I want to feel the warm fade
Daily, in time in season in me
And stand on the creek floor
Muck-mired in a southern fall

Near winter-dried,
Near leaf-fi…