Finally weather and workload permit a tromp through the woods,
knapsack with snacks and tripod slung over the shoulder,
littlest one by the hand, adventurous two lunging ahead.
Leaves hanging, sating our eyes with color,
Leaves falling, rustling in our ears,
Leaves collected, brittle to the touch,
Leaves crushed, autumn smells in our nostrils.
Again we taste and see the Goodness of our God!
Perhaps not for everyone,
but for me it revives the soul,
necessary for connecting with my maker
and disconnecting with a hectic schedule.
Edginess, impatience, discontent falling trailside,
lost in the golden leaves that we kick up as we wander.
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