An Autumn Walk With My Boys

by willeya


acorns falling on the forrest floor like blueberries on tin

the trees are deaf people clapping, wind chimes chiming

squirrels claw, scratching bark to ascend

an acorn encounters the water below

a perfect circle forms around its’ memory

a bird trills, a dog barks

it is autumn in a forrest that is alive as you and I,

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