Mystic is the wind
that sings my soul survive
as leaves tumble
in a barrage of hue
... settling
on rippling streams
... caressing
craggy rocks
reflecting dreams
waking visions anew

To see the hawk full wing
I ponder
Who am I?
as colours of youth slip on by
... I wonder

I don’t rightly know
my place in nature’s theme, her scheme
So ...
I wonder