Gray sky and brown leaves;
Yellow tree next to green pine;
Mirror in kitchen.
She walks carefully,
Carrying something precious--
It's her grand daughter.
Caught between the rocks:
Giant leaves--flotsam;
(Or is it jetsam?)
Like a wooden rune,
Missing fence post makes letter
Spelling whatever.
Thick blanket of leaves
Falls across the forest floor.
White blanket follows
Moss, ferns on the log
Flourishing while others ebb;
Topsy turvy trick.
Crow calls across the sky;
Air is scented, soft and misted
With a touch of gray.
Suddenly silence--
Even the birds become mute.
Then the sun comes out.
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