Some traps would be visible in good light, but we blunder into them in mist and darkness. We look for safety But sometimes find disaster or watch calamities fall upon others and shudder with futile sympathy. The fires of life subside. To shake off the anxious mood, a backward glance at ground already covered. The planet's flesh.
All life rests upon it.
With patience we can find the blazes meant for us And travel along them from one to another. On a good path, my feet are comfortable in the treadway. Although there is plenty to enjoy in life's colors and textures. The trees blaze. Unmistakably they signal that a colder season lies ahead.