the leaves fall in death
becoming the source of life
continue our world
moon over tall grass
shadows moving in darkness
enough to walk back
the bird sings her song
I listen but cannot hear
beauty any way
season of darkness
looking for warmth at fire side
a tableau to feel
the dog barks alarm
warning for the passerby
cats run quickly past
party is over
detritus is mine to take
I consume the cake
mailman talks his walk
no one listens close enough
we all hear one side
the muscles are strong
he turns to show them to me
I sip my coffee
I stand up to sing
Air leaves my lungs in silence
only the cat hears
darkness surrounds me
moon comes up to meet my path
coyotes join in
the air turns colder
the seasons turn to autumn
fat squirrels are happy
the mountains are high
but not nearly high as clouds
the sand is warmer
leaves swirl in the air
dancing to the swaying breeze
the dog sleeps through it
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