Horizon

There's a horizon

My eyes are chasing,

Rugged mountains seem

So far away

A fall kaleidoscope

Of colors painted

On grey clouds

Obscuring the way

Though somber and still

A breeze moves the leaves

Making them do a little dance,

Their home tree they

Must finally leave

Upon their arrival

To the forest floor below,

They create a beautiful

Remnant of colors left over

from summer's spell

The exposed limbs

Smoothed over and reaching,

Reveal themselves

As solitary sentinels

They guard the secrets

That nature won't tell,

Written on the leaves

That so softly fell

My eyes back on the horizon,

With a new and improved sight,

I appreciate these windy

Autumn days,

Enjoying the opaque, cloud filtered light