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| Beacon Hill Park, November 2, 2012 |
Sidewalks lined by ancient oaks
leaves with rust crusted edges
cling lightly, await full colour
watching where I place my feet,
worried about a bump, an edge anything to trip me up ~
I look to the canopy above,
no longer is the tree just a tree.
my perspective changes
vision of life flowing from roots
through the solid trunk
branching and branching
until twigs hold the greenery
then let go of the leaves
on this first day of autumn
“Autumn…the year’s last, loveliest smile.”
~ William Cullen Bryant, Indian summer
Author's note: Edited February 14, 2024
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