Up On Baldwin Hill

Up on Baldwin Hill

the autumn winds fill my lungs with ease.

My eyes fly to the blue mountain horizon 

and the billow of clouds,

and the world spreads in a panorama around me. 

This morning, I could step into the 

stubble of that cornfield,

yes, the one in this photo,

and I could start twirling 

faster and faster

and soon

I would lift off and land

on the crown of that grand old tree

that stands like a king

in the center of 

everything.

I've no clue what

sort of tree it is

but my eyes don't care.

I would cling to that tree

for dear life.

Just as I do in 

every season

of the year.