cool crisp air of the morning
warming yellow-orange autumn hues of the afternoon sun
the aroma of leaves baking in the sun
as they crackle, crunch, brake and bend
beneath my wandering
feet
releasing scents
foreshadowing winter, black cats, bats across the moon
the melancholy of life, senescence, the passing
the familiar goodbye
uncertain “hellos”
gripping in the shade of the forest canopy
pushing onward to the edge
emerging upon a white field
washed with blinding light
exacting
painful
warm
alive
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