Autumn Day

The thick fog, reluctant to lift,
rolled away
only for the chorus of colored leaves,
in one last sunlit day,
in one last warm breeze.

A single maple leaf
spiraled slowly to greet us,
a coracle swirling in a sea of sky.
We looked across the lake,
at the detritus,
the fragments,
fallen from the bluffs,
fallen among the color.

We rested and waited
for the great crescendo,
for the grand finale,
as an osprey sailed directly overhead.

Little Shoes

 

I say goodbye to little shoes
    unused for thirty years,
 …they held feet
    so small and new.
Feet with tiny toes that curled,
    then grew.
Protected by these little shoes
    they stood, then walked
    and almost flew.
I say goodbye to little shoes
    that held the precious feet
    as people grew.
Grew to men and woman now
   whose feet are fast
…on chosen paths.