The trail leads on
Invisible after only a handful of yards
Turning lazily through the oak and hickory trees that
Stand on this plot of north Alabama land
With the sun still below the tops of the trees
It’s an almost cool time of the morning
The July heat will come later this day
But for now we enjoy the morning shade
I look up to see fruit clusters
Pointing skyward from the branches
Of a stand of staghorn sumac
Burnt orange in anticipation of the crimson to come
Our grandchildren run ahead in search of their future
While my wife and I enjoy the company of their mother
With the world aflame beyond these trees
We live in and for the moment
And at this time, it is enough
Yet There is Method 
Sigh! That sounds so lovely! Thank you for sharing it with us! Ruth, thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com
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Thank you, Ruth, and thank you for reading!
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Beautiful. We are the ones in the middle these days, watching our child run ahead, keeping our parents close. ❤
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Watch closely and carefully–they run fast!
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I love the second stanza, Jim. That’s my favorite time to walk the paths in our garden.
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Being out in the morning is my favorite as well!
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