following the trail to the left / by Ellen Sorensen

following the trail to the left

under the landing flight path 

between the aspen trees and

the sweet aromas of summer blackberries


there have been new sounds

as this season transitions 

the light crackle of heating pods

seeds ready to burst forth


a bright breeze rustles the warm leaves

caressing them out of the sky 

dancing an intimate waltz to the forest floor

where it awaits transfiguration to its next life