Twigs snap as we walk
on the acorn strewn floor
of the forest.
A small black bird (junco?)
flies low from bush to bush
away from us,
the intruders.
Sunlight filters through
the gold and red canopy,
and a lone goose cries out
as he makes his way South.
Loving this beautiful season, and
Trusting in Him,
Aimee
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