from here to there

and back again,

(past the other side of now – to then)…

(trees hold their memories;

knots and scars,

an aged leaf holding on past it’s season…)

what is it –

about a winters day –

takes you to that place;

serene,

un-compromised –

a smile with no qualification,

peace of mind…

(squirrels know the trees’ secrets),

to sit –

for hours in the mid-day sun –

contemplating –

nothing…

oh the rush!

(and still the dying leaf – holds on…)