I trek the Wallkill Valley Trail
and rustle through the leaves.
My spirit sings the melody;
My feet tap out the beat.

Above the grassy pastures
arcs a crystal cobalt sky.
Color cloaks the Sh’wangun’ peaks
wrapped in a leafy shawl.

Ruby maples, russet oaks, and
butter yellow birches
hum a hallelujah chorus;
A mockingbird sings counterpoint.

Cool winds caress my cheeks
and sooth my soul; I sip
the scent of dark moist earth,
tangy apples and evergreens.

Below my feet the fallen leaves
have lost their vivid hues,
their bleached and muted colors
foreshadow winter’s palette.

I’m in the Autumn of my years,
still colorful and vibrant,
celebrating each new day,
aware of my Mortality.