In the fresh Ozark mountain air,
Arkansas rains linger here,
on God’s sweet earth.
Tree branches encircle me
as I walk down Dairy Hollow Road.
Translucent yellow-gold leaves
form an immense natural cathedral.
Boughs running overhead
arch after arch, cascading
to the streets below.
I look up to the sky
and see only slivers of sunlight
penetrating through the woodlands.
What light does come through
passes over from one leaf to another,
making leaf shadows
spinning through; appearing
at a glance, like stained-glass mirrors.
Found here is a treasure cove
of earth and sky.
How can anyone feel alone?
When all roads traveled
are framed and signed by you!
Shadowleaves on Lake Ann 