Where gentle wind whispers through very old trees
and but for breeze, it is so quiet
the thump of my heart
prevails.
A Lilliputian brown squirrel chatters feet away
perhaps startled by my presence
I imagine
I am being chided, just a bit.
Leaves flicker in sunlight, falling
they become a cozy, golden winter blanket
for young birches, and already summer
is on my mind.





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