At My Feet

The commute to my Saturday morning swim 

practice became something of a safari.

The buses were re-routed due to an event in the

downtown area, so I had to take different

buses than I usually do.

While waiting downtown, I looked up

at the hazy skyline to see yellow

leaves gleaming against the gray limestone.

As I rode northward, the sunlight began to

break through the overcast, making curtains

of golden light as it wove its way

through and around the autumn foliage.

Then, at my feet, a leafy carpet showed

its colors, a dewy tapestry 

in the morning light.