Staring me in the face,
Squirrel on branch outside window
Wobbles uncertainly.
A few scattered leaves
Dot the green on my front lawn--
Just the hint of Fall.
Dark against the sky
Hawk glides smoothly through the air--
Focused nonchalance.
Sharpness in the wind
On this blue gray dark morning,
Trees are silhouettes.
Two girls come running
Down the path to the bus stop;
Morning adventure.
School bus then silence;
Always a quiet return;
Wood smoke makes no noise.
Two friends chat walking;
Their words float up the mountain,
Sliding past the trees.
How many trees passed;
How many leaves overlooked,
In my reverie?
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