falling leaves
hide the path
so quietly
~John Bailey, "Autumn," a haiku year, 2001,
as posted on oldgreypoet.com
Out of all the seasons, autumn comforts my soul. Nature is nestling down for the long winter. A bountiful summer, and now it is time to rest.
Pumpkins and hay rack rides. Walking through a path covered in leaves. Apple cider and bonfires. Falling in love. All signs of settling in before the cold.
In the midst of the challenges we face, may we be comforted by the changing of leaves, and know that we too must rest.
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