Gradually fading giving off the aroma
Of a calling back to days gone by
Friends and faces coming to mind
Missing shadows along the trail distant voices
Left as whispers caught in the wind
Coming back to blend with crisp streams
Of light piercing needled canopies
Highlighting rooted walkways exposed
By trail days gone by as the heart beat
Quickens pulse on the rise slowing the pace
Taking time and a long breath looking to remember
The amber scented leaves of summers
Gone by like so many memories
Flooding the mind, one more step
Another rise to bring hope
Balanced by sadness for those lost
And or left behind, where have they gone
Like golden fading leaves pushed
To the ground their scent ever fading
Like the setting of the sun the temperature
Dropping as breath becomes visible
Crispness of intake a minor distraction
Until a sound a scent a knowing stirs up
More memories of autumn hunts gone by.
