a fresh fallen snow . will gather on surfaces . we’ve never noticed
simply walking . requires stepping carefully . in a winter fog
time and space contract . to what is right here, right now . when the fog rolls in
without its cushion . a chair becomes furniture . that nobody wants
autumn leaves explode . but the morning light chooses . which ones to highlight
pulling the last rays . from the autumn sun, the leaves . do their final job
the daylight moon hangs . framed by the changing fall leaves . like an afterthought
leaves sharing a branch . curious how they can change . at different times
something unneeded . at the moment, might be good . just to keep on hand
reaching for sunlight . is where trees and grasses meet . and compare their glow
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