When I go running

through autumnal woods

dressed in gold,

they’re all there to greet me.


A deer.

A dark furred wolf

moving through the trees.

Up above,

the shadows

of a thousand flightless birds


as they hear my footfalls.


They’ve all some out to watch;

the askefroa and the nymph of the springs,

the white buffalo,

and one sleek mermaid,

perched upon a rock.


When I look back

I smile

a slow, still thing.

What a gift, I think

to see the dust of life

where now, there is only