Beauty is not leaving us just yet

 "Autumn, that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness, that season which has drawn from every poet, worthy of being read, some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling. "

~Jane Austen

october reels our senses in-- and out--

for a visceral Bouree'-

a turn about of emotion. 

autumn light hangs heavy sweet, 

like amber honey--aligning  

with all things intimate with her presence

this beauty- can be tapped into---

as easily as opening mouths in song,

or feet suddenly finding

their own identity--

walking in woods,

mid-october

Kjl '20