I realize that on the other side of fall winter looms. Nonetheless, I'm ready for mums in bloom, pumpkins on the stoop, and a harvest moon. Here's a poem I wrote in contemplation of autumn.
Meditation Walk
leaves crunch underfoot
acorns plunk, squirrels rustle
wrestle nuts to hide as
mockingbirds cackle
German shepherds behind fences
growl warnings as I pass
calm, tranquil, I stride the
neighborhood route
mindful of peace
aware of nature’s din

