I Feel My Spirit Here

A body of wind dances with the trees as its partner.
Leaves of autumn move and flicker like a soul on fire.
The mountains bow their heads down to see a sleepy town from below.
I feel my spirit here.
It moves like paint with a flick of a brush.
It ticks like a second that passes with the pulse of a clock.
A piercing breeze slices through your flesh like a knife.
The change in the season shifts like a compass that also changes a face with age.
The snow collects on the ground like memories underneath becoming buried.
It glisters like a clear stone.
As it melts it reveals all that has never changed within your heart even through the years of change.
I feel my spirit here in this time of reminiscing.
The past has not fully dissolved into the atmosphere.
It still can be seen as the seasons pass.
I can feel my spirit here.