A tranquil pond’s calm.
Mountains anchored among tired clouds.
Brittle fading leaves, swirling higher–
Climbing towards the distant peaks
A wrath amongst nature’s lulls
Battling odds and gravity
Reds, oranges, a glint of yellow-brown
A craze, a race, to the snowy peak
Until the sun falls behind the towering rock
And the winds whisper kinder word
Colors dull, leaves crest, now plummet
Towards the needles blanketing the distant ground
A tranquil ponds calm–
Momentarily disturbed
By a rustle of brittle leaves–
returned