Mt. Lemmon Autumn — Image by kenne
Golden Stillness
High on Mt. Lemmon,
the leaves burn gold—
not in dying,
but in remembering their light.
Below, the San Pedro Valley
breathes in silence,
a vast mirror
where the sun learns to meditate.
I feel the boundary dissolve—
between mountain and man,
between seeing and being seen.
The wind passes through me,
whispering:
nothing ends,
it only changes color.
peaceful and beautiful
Fall on the mountain
Bring shades of yellow and gold
High on Lemmon Peak
Phil, Nice to read you haiku. Here’s wishing you a Happy Thanksgiving. Take care.
remembering their light!!!!!
Good memories.