As We Are

I find myself in autumn’s open room,
inside a sun-dappled forest.

Many a leaf, released into the air,
drifts from the canopy,
meandering down through the trees.

I feel like the forest 
accepts us as we are,
like leaves finding support
as they come to the ground.


(September 29, 2025)

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