Sunday, November 3, 2019

November 3, 2019

AUTUMN AFTERNOON

Sometimes blessed are our trespasses ….
We step off the trail and walk willy-nilly -
I always wanted to use that phrase - we
walk some new - different steps into the
autumn woods - brisk air – enjoying the
sounds at my feet: the snap of small
branches, the shuffle and crunch of
hundreds and hundreds of tan brown
leaves. I spot bald head of a rock. I  stop.
I sit. I hear  the clawing, the scratching of
squirrels’ hands on tree bark. I hear the
chirp of  birds who might have forgotten
to head south for the winter. Are some
birds like me: procrastinators?  I stopped.
Everything stopped. I was in the right place.



© Andy Costello, Reflections 2019


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