confetti shapes beneath feet of burgandy, pumpkin spice, turquoise and lime green
me admiring, standing still under a canopy bed of peach leaves
yellow green mauve coolness
comfort, I am giving myself on this personal walk
in public
some birds sound slightly furious, others soft
patter behind me of jogging feet
soft steps of my own toes on this trail
couples, laughter of friendship travel through trees
in the distance
I know
none of us are alone
light safety awareness
I don’t need anybody else to feel this peace with/within me
the sound of the brooks, pausing to observe and not rush by
other hikers
my own meditation
branches curled in length sturdy limbs never-ending growth
sipping water to drink this secret