Autumn One

I went to gather dry stalks of corn

amid October’s harvest

and found myself reborn

The wind blew gently from the West

overhead geese sounded the alarm

when I stepped upon the crest

And in the distance I saw a barn

in red and white relief

the sign of a nearby farm

Surrounded by oak and maple trees

once young now many rings old

releasing burnt umber leaves

Set free by wind frost cold

dance in the golden sun

agains the purple clouds rolled

For a moment All was One

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