Reading harold_maude's journal

On a tree lined path I found myself, one ordinary day.
With dreams and wishes that hadn't found their way
past the rooms where blue and red are fighting over who gets the cornflakes first
or the hall where the dust dancing in the air
resembles glitter in the morning sun.
The last clinging bits of autumns laughter hung lightly in the air
waiting for winter to yawn and come fully awake.
The grass now stopped still locked in summer conversation
with the memories of laugher
that flows from lovers skin.
My feet well hidden in thick warm socks
behind the prisions of shoes
built for adventure and wandering
spoke up and asked
"Can we see this wonderland of change and dying things?"
I felt the question rise up
and escape through the holes in my laces.
I thought why not?
What could the cold upon my feet do
that people haven't done to my heart?
So right there in that deserted place
where the trees were falling asleep too
I sat on that grass where lovers had laid
and freed my feet and gave them air
right then and there.
"Oh my, but it's cold"
They said in their lingering warmth.
"But the view is spectacular
so different from summer"
I wiggled my toes and spread them as wide as they would go.
They yawned and smiled at me
simply because they could.
The biggest one on each foot took a long look around
and said with wisdom befitting the strongest
"We would go wandering, except the grass seems not so inviting now"
The baby toes in unison said as they tried to get as close to their sibling
"We can't stay out here too long, or our heads will freeze"
I smiled down and brushed them softly
over the blades of grass
they giggled and squirmed and smiled as only feet can.
I gently put my socks back on
and then my shoes at last.
I heard them and felt them as they snuggled in so tight
and laughter among the group
as they talked ever so softly.
"We've seen the time of change, and all that it could mean.
It's something wonderous and magical about that place
and if it wasn't so cold, we would have loved to go exploring"
Nodding all, in gathered agreement
they settled down to the rythem of my walking.
Down the path
through the trees
to dreaming will I go.
And when sleep upon my pillow comes
the memory will linger still
of how free my feet and toes were
even for just a moment
to taste the air of autumns last breath
on a path less traveled.
Where trees are waiting
and grass with it's summer dreaming.
Where forever lays just ahead.

It only looks that way because your standing on your head.