november…

walking paths of Central Park in November… Coltrane blows notes among nature in reds…golds…and browns…i am at peace…

leaves change…do people…do people…moving air with calloused hands as i stride…pushing-down…away…self-doubt…rage…hate…it is gone…took so long…too long…

on an autumn day…streaming sun touching…face aglow…shhh…a wholeness has begun…come with me…

packages of new this November…new warmth in chilled-air… new friendship with an old friend…to start…not again…just start…

appreciating the moment…nothing for granted…we have so little time…

yes…soon winter will call…

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