Getting to Be

 

As autumn’s first gale

Rustles through

The neighborhood

Caressing everything in its path

I sit

And appreciate

Being with the swaying trees

And gust patterned seas

 

Just being

Absorbing

And radiating

That which is

Of itself

(And not of mankind).

 

Sitting

With the sounds

Of brushing wind

I’m slowly watching

The trees grow.         Sept 19, 2021