inspired by the work of Douglas Beasley


Wading through

damp golden ferns

blood red leaves underfoot


the Old Way of Nature

teaching artists and poets

remains.


Even on nights

cloaked in the enigma

of autumn darkness,


the pointing-out instructions

are offered in the shimmering air.


Pull your soul away

from the world of red dust

for a time.


Boundless renewal awaits

beyond the city lights,

beyond

the

shadowy

treeline.


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