Visitors

By Dawson J.

We are visitors to you, but we come not to disturb. 

We simply come to admire your beauty in silence. 

Your leaves turning from pre-school green to a blazing red fire. 

Your spider webs that live out in the open, 

And your spider webs that stay hidden, 

Waiting like a cat, ready to pounce on its prey. 

I wander off into my own little world, but I am still a visitor to yours.

I rest on one of Mother Nature’s benches. 

I take in the water-burdened leaves, sagging to the moist earth. 

I watch leaves spiraling to the ground, like helicopters 

Each one sun-lit and blinding. 

Do you mean to blind me? 

Have I wandered off where I shouldn’t? 

I ask myself, but know that there is no answer. 

And so I wander further into your world, 

And can only hope you will welcome me soon, 

As part of you.