Autumn Spirits

As a bright moon peers through barren trees
Cricket softly sings the last song before the freeze

As the days grow shorter, our shadows grow longer
Walk into the sun,  shadow follows me
Sun behind me, shadow precedes me

The grand Pin Oak
still holds its dead leaves
Squirrels are grateful for leafy, lofty mansions

Cobwebs and leaves always find the corners
as surely as 
a mouse in the house and a cricket in my basement
we go back inside
where seasons of introspection reside
a time for self examination
a time for Reorder



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