soil against skin.
an Autumn field,
no longer grassy-green.

wind in branches,
blowing drying, dying leaves.

sun in sky,
slicing monotony of shadows.

rhythm of a stick, lifting
and falling to the beat
of footsteps.

sweat washing off into a
swerving, trickling stream.
cool against skin.

uplifted from refreshing water,
horizon goes on forever.

freedom-naked,
unchained skin and soul.