Autumn's Lane

She stood tall,             

limbs sinewy,

in the dapple blue

of autumnal day.

And when she danced

a shimmer of gold- leaf,

cascading alley blade,

I languished in her shade.

Each folia upturned,

splashed of memories unearthed.

I thanked her for the stroll,

her misty hillock lore,

then lumbered once again

toward the fork,

that took me home.

Copyright: Jackie Summers