A poem for Autumn

whale watching pp

As morning emerges,

magpies carol.

Softly.

Carried over stillness.

 

In the earth

worms move restlessly.

Slowing.

The winter approaches.

 

These things unseen,

sensed from within,

accepted.

With gratitude.

With reverence.

 

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