My Saturday Morning Walk
"My mind is fresh and all is bright this sunlit autumn dawn. I stretch my sleepy arms up high, from my mouth escapes a morning yawn.
I glance toward the golden sun to fill my squinting watery eyes. Soaking in her brilliant sparkling light, like morphine’s glow, my spirits rise.
Paper leaves of crimson red and pumpkin orange and vibrant yellow gold. I can’t help but kick them in the air, acting as a child, I’m sometimes told.
Crunching crisply, shuffling briskly beneath my moving feet. My body warms, my brow grows moist, my minds in a place that feels complete.
Passing a steep and stony ridge I soon descend into the shade. Cooler here, I feel a chill creep down my spine, and pass through a silent forest glade.
Further down I come upon a rustic wooden bridge that firmly spans a gurgling brook. With livened pace I cross halfway to take a brief but curious look.
The clay lined banks reveal a clue of a raccoon’s nocturnal trek. In the ripples fallen leaves are drifting, spinning, gently helping me to now reflect.
I climb a steep and rugged path from cold, gray shade back into light. I feel as if I’m born again, the warming sun brings such delight.
Down the trail I spot a tawny deer, attentive head held high. I take a step and in a wink her white tail darts out of sight.
Much to soon, I reach the end of my brief societal retreat. My car awaits to rush me back, to stress and struggles and defeat.”
- der Wiedertäufer Ѯ