Longing fills the senses
  Looking at naked arms
    Trees against sky
      Searching for the scent, sounds
Crispness in the air, underfoot
  Dead leaves a riot of color
    Flown to the ground
      Not this dead, lost color
Crashing fills the ears as 
  The deer runs through
    Away from a danger
      Thundering away onto safety
The drumming of wings
  A dust bath in the sand
    Or wings going in short 
      Spurts for the shelter of evergreens
The sweet pungent scent
  Surrounds and fills the air
    Wandering into the grove
      A shelter for letting go