Spitler
Woods Park Ginko
crisp
air
trees almost
naked
beneath
the trees
children swing
up
to heaven
naked
stems
flowers yearn
for
buds
frail
grass
cracks
as we walk
branches
against blue sky
birds starting to sing
morning unfolds
autumn
breeze
early morning frost
fog lifting
barren
land
full of dormant creatures
longing for spring
down
the path
fallen branches
snap
under our feet
cool
morning air
red cheeks
frozen
fingers
sitting
on the old log
writing out thoughts
our
teeth chatter
frost
covered earth
our footprints
follow
us
by
Julie Edmonson, Jan Runion &
Jill Doyle
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