Autumn Saturday

Get up late,
   Perhaps a run
   In the chilly autumn sun
These days are rare and precious

Sunlight lines,
   Cascading in
   Crisp, clear and coolly warm
Allow the colors to infect us

Energy gathers
   Come to life
   Thanks be given for the blood that courses
No sense in being trepidacious

Run to what?
   Run from who?
   Move in sync with body cue
I don’t want to seem garrulous

All in all, easy to say
   Tis a lovely autumn Saturday.