everywhere the eyes can see is muted...
leaves begins to change their colors and soon
will leave their hosts altogether for a brief
journey downward when they fall to the ground
and are mulched up for topsoil by the owners
of the land on which they remain voluntarily;
it is the cycle of life displayed every year
right before our eyes and no one is charged
an admission fee to see the spectacle as it
provided free-of-charge by nature's mother
and her brood of trees planted long before
any of us ever took our first breath of life;
muted rain falls on freshly cut green grass
forcing it to become greener as it grows the
last time before its winter hybernation, but
this time it will be allowed to tassle and reseed
making it more hearty and plentiful in the spring;
the land curves downward from the houses
all around forming a mini valley in the middle
to transport the rain away from them to those
built lower on the sloop and again to those
built even lower... until an oasis of flatness
naturally created for the excess runoff of water;
the quiet morning provides no clues of later
hours and the sky above retains an inclement
weather attitude... we shelter in place and
wait for an enlightened day to arrive where we
can live our final days inside nature's harmonies.
16 October 2021
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