LOST

Sitting by the stream listening

to it embrace its journey,

following

a leaf to its destination on the prairie

I contemplate the womb of this golden blanket.

All nature of history has traveled

through this prairie.

The desire to remain traces through my bones to the hollow of the lava fields.

Sit quietly and allow voices of the grasses to transform

your need for change.

Do not hurry to leave.

The towering rocks of Moonstone Mountain

sit silently

heralding the end to the warmth of the summer.

All forms of life beginning their preparation for the white blanket

that will put them to bed.

These warm days of Autumn can envelop

even the most dedicated into the allure of procrastination.

But life will wrest the beauty of this moment

and hand it back……….

as a memory.