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Watching
Sunlight filtering through
the trees
creating illumination and shadows.
A
clear blue sky with wisps
of clouds hovering over me.
The air is cold and crisp,
the scent of apples,
wild
grapes lingers in the morning air.
Watching the golden leaves
drifting,
wafting gently to the ground,
the sunlight touching them,
highlightening
the yellow, turning
them into gold.
Trees showing
their nakedness,
bare limbs thrusting
into the sky.
The sugar
maples, sap running quickly,
in others
slowing, going dormant for the
coming winter.
Patterns of crystalline
frost on the ground,
the
intricate, flowerings of ice.
Beauty
in icy laces of frost covered
leaves.
The birds, sparrows, bluejays,
cardinals,
adding color to the scene,
wings fluttering,
spilling seeds to
the ground, as the squirrel hoards
the seeds in his mouth, running
here and there,
comically looking
with his pouched out cheeks.
Autumn a time of dormancy,
of turning inward into outselves,
readying our life, for the
changes coming to us.
Always,
knowing, that there is a rebirth.
Copyright 1998 Gwenn A. Lewis
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