Odes To Nature, Autumn Swan

A light autumn breeze Yellow brown falling leaves A swan in migration Admires her white reflection By the narrow trail Naked branches are pale Where the woodpecker Was searching for her dinner With each step I make And each scent I intake Inch by one small inch I get untangled within The clouds get thicker My stride gets longer As the wind breaks free Autumn leaves rush home to me Pumpkin soup in a bowl Orange liquid like gold On it a drop of cream Like the swan in the autumn scene With eyelids drooping Golden soup digesting Comfortable and calm To the dreamworld I succumb With each step I make And each scent I intake Inch by one small inch I get untangled within Purple colors begin To pulsate emerald green I become the swan The lake, the autumn, as one