The days are shorter, cooler now.
As I negotiate the paths
I often travel early in the morning
I feel a gradual closing down
suggesting sadness.
The world has changed considerably
since last I took my morning walks
aware of autumn.
Memories have been added
and others, fallen through the cracks.
I stop along the way
pausing for some pondering —
a form of prayer, perhaps.
I see familiar scenes
now in their annual metamorphosis.
I prepare to wander home again
to grasp the reins of yesterday.
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