Leaves of a ginko tree
yellowed by the autumn frost
scattered across the cold grounds
of the university
A harvest moon rising in the eastern sky
close enough to touch from the highway
hanging low on the horizon
in the dying glow of twilight
The gentle laughter of a small child
as she tiptoes across the carpet
in the newness of early morning.
The nimble, muscular gate of a deer
passing through the thicket
floating in mid-air for a fleeting second
as she leaps across the ravine
startled by our presense
I have seen these sights a thousand times
and each time they remind me
of where I have been
and why I am still running
after the echo of your voice
calling my name
in the empty streets of a silent winter night
