The lower October sun
slants warm rays
onto the golden-leaved ground
in our morning woods.
I can see farther
into the woods
now that half the leaves
have fallen.
Wild Turkeys are
racing then walking
then squawking to each other,
scurrying from my sight.
Now, except for
a White-breasted Nuthatch
making its nasal call,
all is quiet in my yellow woods.
© 2024 Richard Havenga
