Autumn Forest

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Leaves rustle underfoot as I walk.
Sunlight, filtered through the trees
reaching straight and tall on all sides,
seems to flicker like an old movie screen.

When I pause, only birds break the quiet;
the silence is a massage for the senses.
Eyes closed, a deep breath, another;
a thousand scents seem to fill my mind.

Memories they awaken quickly displace
thoughts, cares, and worries of today
with pleasant visions of autumns past;
when life was better even when it wasn’t.

The child in my head wants to run,
laughing and playing, kicking up leaves.
I let him go while I walk and reflect,
I’m in no hurry to get anywhere today.

2 comments

  1. “The child in my head wants to run,
    laughing and playing, kicking up leaves.
    I let him go while I walk and reflect,
    I’m in no hurry to get anywhere today.”

    Good stuff, Michael.

    It takes me there (to my own childhood).
    It is so fine!!

    sarah

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