Chill late November
Breath of Winter
In the coming storm.
Still crisp leaves
Settling on the ground
Quietness abounds,
As time passes
With aging thoughts
Of living life today,
With a secret joy
And worried tears
That fall unexpected
Like snow.
Not knowing where
And when
Nor understanding
Why.
Life and breath and joy,
And Heartbreak.
Where or when or
Understanding why.
(11.25.7 The Gift)
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