I.
the sun shines
indiscreet against the trees
brightening up this
stark landscape
bathing it all
in golden light.
II.
I notice the goldening of the leaves,
how a touch of orange,
a brushstroke of red,
and a combination of them both
can pull me in
so deeply
that nothing else exists.
The wind continues to blow.
The leaves continue to fall.
Changing the beauty
that is right in front of me.
I know
this is just the
beginning,
but I wonder -
will it ever
be enough?
III.
That golden apple might just have captured the feeling-sense of your words.
Your words are all-encompassing throughout - so immersive. And that last question, will it be enough? Mmm... so good.