Poem in Autumn
Skeletal trees
Vein the grey sky.
I walk in leaf carpeted
Quietness feeling safe
In each new moment.
Nature now fragile,
Vulnerable as personhood.
Pebble in limpid pool
Of quietness,
Vast rippling vibrations
This is one-ness of
All created life
Gathering here where
I can be still and know.
George Coombs
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