by Nicholas Andrea
Walking in a forest
still aflush with an ocean of green
a cool autumn wind breathes on through
making the leaves sing.
“Shhhhh, shhhhhh,” goes their tune
it is a mighty fine little diddy
sung by oak, pine, and rhododendron, alike
who are all so very pretty…
“Munch, munch, munch,”
I now hear just behind me
something is knawing at the deadwood trunk
of this, here, cut down tree.
What could it be
a termite, a chigger, or a forest gnome,
eating a late breakfast
or, perhaps, building a home?
Well, whatever it is
it is surely doing its job
its holy, designated purpose
to sustain the life of this forest.
“Shhhhhhh, shhhhhhhh,” again, sing the trees
announcing the presence, once more, of that breeze
that breeze that moves through the leaves and me
that breeze that moves through all things.
Fall, oh Fall, how you are my favorite season
and, do I really need a reason?
But, if reason it is that I must give, then
it’s that you lead me back to right here, right now, where I must live.