The falling leaves Sufi dance in the wind
as the woodpecker drums and the
chickadee chatters a response.
The stream provides the harmony
while the eagle performs his ballet
beneath the curtains of clouds parting to
reveal the backdrop of blue sky.
The scent of musk from
dead leaves in the dark
corners of the forest blend
with the early winter rain
and the cool air filtered
by tree, fern and moss,
filling my lungs with gratitude
and my eyes and ears with joy.
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