Walking through these dense woods, I can see the season’s change. No more blazing heat, No more shoeless feet. The summertime is done for, The enchantment of fall time has come ashore. I sit under this tree, As soft and silent as anywhere can be. I glance into the glittering sunset; A clear blue sky, a day’s end has been met. Peacefulness surrounds me, Not a building in sight. A few whispery sounds, A lover’s delight. The serenity of it all, Watching the leaves of the Great Divide fall. And as I move on my way, A howling of wind begs into play. As darkness fills the sky, I am almost home. But tomorrow will come, And I’ll continue to roam. Back through the woods, The utter stillness of it all. The rustling of the leaves, I wish all year round were fall.
Reason for writing:
looking outside at the falling leaves. wonder of nature.
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