brown wool
three piece
walking through yard leaf-littered
orange and yellow deaths rustling
I meet him in autumn air
weathered face of sea-worn crags
unsmiling
hand warm and tender in greeting
tells me of his drive along tree-lined roads
wind singing through half-bare branches
bringing to mind ancient songs of
the earth
and the birds winging into a cloudy sky
we sit on porch looking out
at world wonder and
wait wish for
peace
lovely and leaf-littered
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