Autumn Walk
This is the place where I walk alone
On tawny paths of whispering grass
Past merry berries on golden strands
The wind in my hair
The cold of my hands
The maple trees are dripping paper,
Their leaves now drop like crumpled yellow sheets.
They greet me here where I now stand
Under trees wearing sweaters
Of fuzzy green moss,
And dresses of jolly rancher leaves
And fitted with a skirt of ancient stones.
This is the place where I hear my thoughts
I come to hear my inner voice
And get in touch again with my soul.
Life isn't always fun an easy.
It is, after all, designed to be
a problem solving game.
The secret is to know this!
And to trust
that the One who created it
will guide you through it all.
Get into the silence.
Step out of the distractions
of phones and homes and music and noise
and journey inside
to where the answers lay hidden
like tulips bulbs in snow
just waiting for the warmth of spring
to bloom and grow.
