MORNING WALK

MORNING WALK

Glean on fallen foliage,
Glistening frost kissed grasses,
Pine needles brittled,
A carpet of muted color,
Fell quietly from above.
Towering edifices of twisted limbs
Where hearty leaves remain.
Puny creatures scurry about
In their last autumn go-round.
Crisp air caresses my countenance.
One step at a time
Morning's glory, at my feet.
I feel the descent into winter,
Comfortable with the changes.
I continue my journey.

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