Cool blue

Slipping in to
a cool blue hue
faded skies calming
like water runs regardless
through fissures and gaps
and as tree leaves wither
falling unheard
beneath an autumn sky.
In these places of bareness
the lonely limbs reach out
telling their story
of years and seasons passed.
Writing the tome of peace
and as pages become books
flipping one after another
as the calling is heard for more,
words drift through
and find homes within souls yearning
for a cool of winter days
and the indigo clouds hang heavy
in a deep breath of respite,
we move beneath the art of twigs
wandering the path
heading home to a hearth
burning bright.