A few leaves still hang in the trees.
A few rocks are still bare.
Though red fallen leaves are almost everywhere.
It's damp, with no breeze, or rustle of dry leaves.
The colors are soft, it's cold, but not frozen.
I think to myself what a perfect day I have chosen.
To walk along the creek, over the rocks and sand and old tree roots.
To take some pictures and exercise and be very glad that I am alive.
There are so many wonderful places to see.
I'm glad I am not home watching TV.
copyright Tom Stanley Janca 2004
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