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Autumn Leaves
volume 6 number 7
Autumn Leaves volume 6 number 7 |
The tranquil forest settled in
For another quiet
night.
The canopy of evergreen
Caught the day's last light.
I leaned against a Douglas fir
And felt its
centuries
As, overhead, its needles whispered
In the evening breeze.
A quiet footstep close to me
Said I was not alone.
Far
off, I heard an owl call.
A field mouse, still as stone,
Seemed out of place among the trees.
I wondered how she
came
So deep into the forest where
Shadows played their game.
For hours, it seemed, we two would share
Our quiet
interlude
Amidst the evenings whisperings
Our special solitude.
