Mistless moist morning;
Breath of woods and fields exhale;
Perfume of autumn.
Mirror in the stream
Skims along the smooth surface
Just reflecting thoughts.
Man walks his two dogs;
Joggers jog two directions.
Today is Labor Day.
Green and brown pine trees
Stand together side by side--
Living and the dead.
They have become steps
The tough old brown shelf fungi:
Stairway to tree tops.
Small delicate plants
Spread out their spidery leaves
To catch sun and rain.
Mail boxes are mute;
Web on one, other rusted;
No messages here.
Old web on dead tree
Glistening in the morning sun;
There's no one at home.
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