The light dapples through the leaves
As I walk through the woods
A spectacular display
Of orange, red, and yellow
The steady crunching
Of the leaves underfoot
The odor of decay
Never smells quite so sweet
As it does in the Fall
A gentle breeze blows
Sending leaves skittering across
The dirt path, well worn
The chill makes it's way through my jacket
But not my heart
In the solace of these trees
I am content
If not a little lonely
No one to share this with
But, part of me doesn't want to
This is my place
A sanctuary
Where I can speak my mind
Without fear of being judged
The trees are much too old and wizened for that

Sometimes, it feels like the path will never end
But it does
It always does
And suddenly
Civilization becomes reality once more
I stand at the edge
Not wanting to leave this domain of saturated light
And muffled noises
But I do
And I look back
To see one of my greatest friends
Slowly swaying
As if waving goodbye
The breeze picks up
Blowing to my back
Giving me that support
To make it to my house
But not my home