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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