I went to
the forest
to read
the leaves
and learn
just what they might tell me
I was
born to walk
well-leafed
hills
I felt
quite certain
a design
could be made out
if only I
looked the right way
and then,
finding fresh signs
and
hidden gilt messages,
old
pathways were opened
I
traveled to this small world
complete
and content,
perfect
in its tiny
self.
I cannot
contain
the
golden glory of fall
my soul
overflows
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