Solace

A morning walk through autumn leaves

The path is clear yet unknown. 

It guides me through the branches of the trees 

Where sunshine casts the shadows 

Cascading through the foliage upon the ground.

I walk, I think, I dream. It isn't hard

For in this beauty I find temporary solace. 

I mute the noise of life

I mute it with tranquility and silence. 

The omnipresent beauty of the fall

Becomes the noise, and I immerse,  

I lose myself in the cacophony of Nature's sounds.

The ephemeral splendor of the leaves

Alight with golden glow. 

My path is coming to an end

As I step out of the woods

Into the blaring noise of life, 

For in it, too, I find temporary solace. 

Philadelphia

11.13.15