9.9.09

(i am listening to the wind come off the back of the ridge)

In a grove of Birch,
tambourine leaves
play
golden
still - -
the sun slides by
in passing.

A day of Nine's

light thin yellow lines --

to

descend

diagonally

across my path.

ALL of this i think,
is to remind me:

How to hold

secrets

of seasons

carefully

*

Angel Rocks hike, Autumn 2009