I drive out this September morning
Sun rises soothing above the ridgeline
Up swelling air lifts shining maple leaves
The aspen, hickory, oak, and the birch
Into morning light, glimmering and warm,
As I drift along
On a new day when you are ever elsewhere,
In the clouds, pink and gray, rainless as dust
Spirit swirling and spreading, wrapping light
There are no shadows, no darkness, no doubt
Flowing up to meet dew-faced Dawn--
Leaves let go bright in the blue sky dancing.
The leaves will fall; I will catch them
To touch what you have touched, spirit.