On a walk through hidden, urban woods

Amber, red, and gold nestled inside

Fallen leaves crunch under the stride of my boots' heels

With a sound like brittle popcorn crushed.


After a collection of quiet moments

My feet and mind pause amid the tall maple trees

I find a small stone bench in a clearing, and slowly my body sits to rest

Reaching inside my bag, my fingertips locate a pair of earbuds

I pull them toward me, entwined in my fingers like a prize.

As I snuggle the left ear in, then the right

Anticipating the feeling of home.


The quiet continues for a few more minutes, as I fumble with my phone

Searching for a playlist

Birds chirp overhead on sturdy branches,

a small “snap” as a tiny squirrel frolics on the ground below.

Sun rays stream through the leaves above like a light show

Forming a gentle, illuminated mask on my cheeks

As I press “play”--

Then your lovely voice hits my ears, like a taste of autumn sap

Smooth, sweet, and lingering;

I close my eyes and listen to the music swimming in my soul

Feel the crisp chill in the air, the hairs on my arm rise

Tingling with every note on the breeze.

After a moment, my eyes open, and I see golden leaves

Falling like confetti in the air, caressing my face,

The perfect encore.


The sunset begins as I rise to my feet

And leave this natural concert hall;

I smile slightly, peaceful with the knowledge that the next show

Is as close as the next sweet breath of fall.

Tracy Powers





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