The Quiet



Air nipped and prickled skin,

Raising goosebumps

In the coolness of autumn breeze

That whirled leaves

Fluttering in arabesque patterns

Of red, ochre, orange, yellow and brown.

A fluffy tailed squirrel,

Cheeks rounded holding three acorns,

Scurried and scattered through the leaves,

Distorting the patterns

Just as my mind rearranged thoughts

And my soul quieted to reach calm.


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