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The woods are quiet
This morning,
Footfalls on wet leaves,
The subtle rustle
Of Autumn.
I imagine you
Beside me,
Time a spiral,
Rather than a circle,
Growing older
But never old,
Wise and Stately
Like trees.

Categories: Poetry