in the autumn fog the city’s sounds are muffled quiet in the grey
in each shadow cast there’s a story being told if we will listen
the stream doesn’t care how much water it carries it goes with the flow
in later autumn before the snow, a quiet beauty starts to show
it’s time once again to put away the summer and unpack winter
a beautiful vine covered fence, still blocks our view of what lies beyond
nature doesn’t make beauty; that is the result of what nature does
the workers will come later today and erase what we have ignored
in going to seed the next generation is allowed to flourish
it’s easy to miss subtle beauty in amidst attention seekers
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