Lighted paths

Spun  
in a circle under noonday sun  
yellow meadowlark cries  
as I wander calling  
tumbled in colour  
red, orange, green and brown  
softened by salient fall  
  
  
Dilated eyes peek lovingly upon the Iris  
light cascades layers to a long path  
kissed edges, drift in ease  
a boat sails, slick mirror canopy  
Mother Nature sighs  
content  
as a slow passage curves and bends  
  
  
There on finite distant greens  
betwixt valley combs and cottontail  
plush comfort folds deep into the bosom  
while gentle winds caress skin  
blowing the hare swiftly to burrow  
in gaze of the fawn, ever feasting  
this, the giving meadow