Passerby’s

dormant tree, dead leaves, moss entrapped branches catching early afternoon sun, already partial shade, hip hurts, labored pace, stop to sit on bench, greeting passersby, always a smile with “hi” Sunday walks, the couples, the babies, the dogs, One social 6 yr old on a electric mini-bike stops to show me the special “Fox” insignia […]

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little things

It is the little things, like A serene late to mid-afternoon walk, After a chilled morning of soft continuous rain, The serendipitous meeting of “Karen” in Chuck’s parking lot. Who knew that my offer to return her grocery cart (saving her the return trip) would lead to an hour and a half conversation, so full

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dancing leaves

On the return half of this walkIn the afternoon, after life slipped in this morningIn a day that has been idyllic since wakingBefore sunrise, as a start, and now Maybe it’s the low southern angle of the sunRealizing that this forest filled profusion of leavesSurrounding me, not only change color with the coolThey dance on

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