Crimson leaves drift down onto the forest floor
Misty air sweeps in around the hardwood and pine
Under leaf debris, dark bare earth full of organic matter
Brushing against the ground cover,
you feel the dampness
Looking up through the branches,
an eagle glides with its piercing echo
The nearby creek ripples across stone; brook immerse into deep blue-green pools
This path has provided you with perspective
Only your memory can hold it now
Thoughts Untold Written 