Skimming Along

I seek to gather my thoughts scattered about like leafs tumbling along a path in Autumn winds my attempt blown off my head taken by the crow over to the neighbors yard I see my day before me, glowing across the rose tinted lake ripples float through my mind real as the turquoise painted sky I catch my words in the breeze and snuggle them to me when down settles a white egret to hunt in the early morning then disappears like my thoughts an apprarition of clarity goose bumped along my skin wakes me from my solitude of night a swallow skimming the water flying freely as birds do the pink of daybreak settles behind me one side honey with suns first touch the other still holding its promise in pale silhouette of dawn rolling verbs against the dome above almost, I am ready to resume to take the path I've built and make something from my plans even if they blow silently away before I finish the last sentence