Spirit

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.