INTO WOOD SIDE


Leaving my bicycle
with my back pack
near the dunes
Into the wood side
as colors of Autumn
of a Turner landscape
cover runaway leaves
from the cool crisp air
rays filters through
a labyrinth of fields
of pine needles
rambling with sunflowers
its roots and veins
in the lanes of our path
as crows circle skies
wood winds sound
by crickets and blue jays.