The Biology of Time

The past is a sunset melting on the horizon; the future a mirage written in a passing cloud.

Fall leaves are telling Forest lore

The tale of summer melting

On the Forest floor

Sniff the scent of chestnuts roasting

Hear whispers of colored leaves boasting

Mount Gunnison Colorado

Too soon winters tale will tell

Of icy wind and snow , a frozen well

Find on falling leaves, written promises unseen

The return of Summer sun, the Spring colors verdant green