Changes of Color

Back by D. Bently 


The trees change color around me

leaves fall and I feel that each

floats like a feather to the moist ground

gracefully carrying us to the new year


yellow, orange, and deep red

surround me in this foreign patch of

grass-tall fir trees tower above


they creak as the wind blows them

this and that way…

pacific northwest winds swoop in

the cool breeze brushes my bare arms

my grandfather’s military green sweater

oversized, itchy wool, a bit musty

wraps me in memories


barefoot I stand,

soil cold and wet

pine needles cover the path

McDonald Forest is my place

of solitude this morning


I look up to the sky

guarded by tree branches

eyes closed I can picture

beyond the pine needles


comforted by the silence

I walk for about an hour

and then back again

wind picking up and the chill

makes me quiver and shake


my worries swirl around me

stolen by the air

time comes to mind

I try to push it out

forcefully, I fail


the hustle and bustle not forgotten

I was unaware for hours

In the breeze, in nature

nothing seems to matter

where I can just be stand

in this moment


In Another Time, Another Place


You would open up to me,

Share with me

what’s on the inside of you


you would take me

to those places that

you hold on too

the places where you dream


You would share more

give more than hour or two

even lose track of time

tell me who you are

show me without words


you would be silent with me

and just be there

in each other’s silences

quiet and safe


you would reach for me

to play and to just be

you would need me

in a way that didn’t require words