Leaving is the act of separating oneself willingly
The decision to fall from current states of life
Alter your immediate surroundings
Finding possibility lies around the trail as it bends
Leaves flutter vividly in golden showers
Tossing themselves through air and falling down
To rest where they will guide our open hearts
Through pages in this golden aspen air
Altercations drift with the passing breeze
Driving themselves from our fickle minds
Soon these trees hold on to nothing
Battered by the brisk winter winds of nigh
Yet we find joy in the passing seasons folly
We seek passion resting within modes of time
Breathing in the Rocky Mountain autumn
Through pores which open up with rays of light
To bask in the surreal as it is glowing
Leaves one feeling restless and divine
The shadows dancing light beneath our eyelids
The aromatic remains of all the rain
To walk across this softly bedded earth
To feel your feet collide with moments past
There is a solemn sense of wonder
Peaking in the chill air of the night
They whisper of ages we shall never know
Fast turns the process of decay
Saplings grown in transitory phases
Casting shadows in the effervescent dawn
Memories drift loftily and billow
Reminders of things since dead and gone
As each year passes in the twilight
We reach for truth so pure and raw
Falling from our pasts and rushing forward
Spirits flashing soft within a song
The swallow sings for all that want to hear
That we may leave our past to carry on
Location: Kenosha Pass and the Colorado Trail off of Highway 285 South, about an hour’s drive from Golden. The full gallery of pictures can be found below: