Dazzled
by light
by color
by the height
of the sky
as if
a gray door
opened
and I stepped
into
blinding
sunlight
My eyes
my heart
feel tender
like
a tiny leaf
unfurling
Beyond
the created
landscape
of circles
and lines
the rough
shorn down
in razor straight
stubble
creation's
land
escapes
collapsing
into a clutter
of fallen branches
wet leaves
creeping
into perfect
corners
blurring
boundaries
erasing
our footprints
the moment
we lay them
down
When I was
a little girl
every story
was new
not only
because I hadn't
heard it
but because
my story
was unwritten
Slowly
my story
has been written
between the lines
of everystory
until
it is one story
and that story
is yesterday
today
and
tomorrow
Sun spotlights
pale shadowside
of fallen leaves
like
the pearly
interior
of an oyster
or
a sparkling flash
of quartz
revealed
by a passing wave
Fall's
forgotten
treasure
waiting
to be buried
in snow