it’s the middle of December
but yesterday was a November
dayand as I walked
under oak trees
bare
i became aware
of yellows, browns,
rusts
and balmy gusts
much too warm for freezing
a melody ran through my head
and instead of Christmas carols
i hummed an old John Denver tune
You know the one…
“you fill up my senses…
like a night in the forest
like the mountains in springtime
like a walk in the rain……..”
midday
somewhere along the trail
i was filled
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