I noticed it as sun's shimmer danced on fragments of autumn,
threads, just hanging, dangling, waiting to be noticed enticing me to play.
Feeling the pull of the river, the flow,
I stayed for a while until light faded.
Meanwhile a restful haze surfaced revealing subtle creations of the mind,
only detected by those who allow the river to flow.
Linking with that Joyous Movement over at ~>