Nothing Puts Us At Ease Like a Trek Among Trees

 

Nothing puts us at ease like a trek among trees...

 

the woods I was in today wasn't quite as colorful as the one from the other day

so I'm tucking in some of those shots for a pop of colour!

nothing puts us at ease like leaf-canopies...

 

nothing puts us at ease like stature of trees...

....where the hill and the field culled of earth's goodly yield

evokes a most conflicting tide...

Nothing puts us at ease like a trek among trees 

In autumn apparel bedecked 

Nothing satisfies hearts like the ache earth imparts 

As farewell spills in thrills unchecked 

Where the hill and the field culled of seed’s goodly yield 

Evokes a most conflicting tide 

As bitter and sweet with equal force compete 

In autumn’s arid countryside 

Nothing puts us at ease like the fine harmonies 

Of wind-song from wood-calliope 

Where over our heads the lofty lintel sheds 

Fall’s Magnum Opus, note by note 

A kaleidoscope swirling hunger and hope 

Into a heartache-humbled hymn 

As the hierarchy of time’s supremacy 

Beams bold on the red and gold limb 

Nothing puts us at ease like simple luxuries 

We take out of doors to full-taste 

Where the nip in the air grips and makes us aware 

Of preciousness we dare not waste 

Nothing woos and consoles like the anthem that tolls 

From fall’s late-day gold-dappled eaves 

Where change cannot faze or estrange nature’s ways 

Emphasized in soft-falling leaves 

Nothing puts us at ease like the stature of trees

Though they make us feel oh, so small

Nothing puts us at ease like cool sass in the breeze

Rousing a rush of pure fall

Nothing puts us at ease like autumn canopies

In orange-scarlet-yellow tat 

Nothing puts us at ease like a trek among trees

On a crunchy and colorful mat 

© Janet Martin