Landing In The Wild Poem by Thomas Hooker

In slanted light
ruby leaves float
settling into shadows,
landing in the wild,

A twisting honeysuckle
growing toward the sun,
close to waters flowing
out with the current,

once I was young,
questioning crossroads
on a path divided,
seeking answers,

holding close these moments,
unbridled days of summer
passing over placid moons
to cooler nights of autumn,

we tender our existence,
the flesh and marrow gone,
while the stars still shine,
the snow begins to fall.