interlude on a fall afternoon

reclining, motionless
on a thickly piled turquoise carpet
surrounded by lime-green moss
under the canopy of fall trees,
the distant horizon highlighting this utter peace
where early fall sunshine purples the cherry-colored leaves
of the elm forest, bringing a gentle rattling to our imagination
as our eyes absorb the ever-changing landscape
evening breezes, cool and slightly rusty
distant windchimes, though unbeckoning,
bring us from our torpor of immobile respite,
towards the undercurrents of daily life
slowly emerging from this waking dream
we retreat from our languorous escape
roll up our temporary forest bed
and share one last eternal kiss
to return to the insanity of civilization


interlude on a fall afternoon
[2007.22.9…a]