The woodland trees, bathed in the glory of the crimson sun,
Adorn the rugged path that droops into the valley
The autumnal wind caresses the falling leaves,
twirling them towards their destiny

The musky fragrance,
Of the dewy forest floor,
Shall soon ****** my senses
And I shall yearn for more/

I drift through the mass of naked shrubbery
They have shed most of their modesty

Not a soul in sight - though a thousand such
Reside within the woody giants
Perhaps I am too, I reside within myself..

The grey, stony trail leads me into the heart
Of this creature;
This vast expanse of golden, brown and green.
Where light does not dare intrude..
I have never seen so much malice, in such serenity..

I submit to my will, and venture into the unknown/unseen
The sorrow of winter embraces me,
Spontaneously.
The ghosts of my past lurk in the undergrowth
Waiting to strike at moment's will..