These beautiful days
we must
stay.
Stay.
In the warm, yellow of morning,
sunlight fresh
on autumn’s golden blooms.
Stay.
Watching alpacas sit
around their winter bale,
chewing contentment.
Stay.
Listening to the delicate ring
of a windchime
as the morning air stirs.
Stay.
Under the thick strength
of the Hackberry tree’s
arms.
Stay.
In the clean spiced air
of dawn.
Stay.
Watching flashes of white
dip and glide,
egrets floating freely
against the cloud-dotted blue sky.
We must stay.
In the world’s beauty
revealed
in autumn’s hours:
sweet goldenness,
strength,
freedom,
delicacy,
beauty,
love
that we,
this one living organism,
are.