A Fall Run

Emigration Canyon Trail Running

The morning breeze

Pinches

At my skin

I hear the

Crackle

Of dry leaves

Beneath my feet

Such tranquility

Floods

My tired thoughts

The air

Steams

At the touch of my breath

The morning sun

Glints

On the fresh dew

The drops

Bite

At my frozen toes

But nothing

Pushes

My thoughts

I am

Here

I am

Now

This beauty

Surrounds

Me

It

Engulfs

Me in it’s massiveness

I may

Speckle

In the rising day

But no glint nor speckle

Outshines

The fire of nature