Beneath the trees as shadows fall
And leaves drift down I can’t recall
The city sounds that haunt the day.
I slowly walk in shades of grey.
Where last year’s leaves lay thick and dry.
My passing feet cause them to sigh
As if to call back memory
Of days they danced high in the tree.
I stand quite still to catch the sound
Of tiny feet across the ground
And feel a dampness on my skin.
It’s Nature’s breath. I breathe it in.
© 2011 Pam H. Murray
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