Walk with me, you don’t need
a train, a car, a bus
to feel the crackle underfoot
of Autumn’s leafy path.
Walk with me, inhale the smoke
from fireplaces trying out
the first logs of the year.
Walk with me, enjoy the breeze
that lifts your jacket,
tickles you with chill
that breathes of snow.
Walk with me, let’s dance
the slanting sun away.
Walk.
published in October 2023 Issue 91 Spread, republished on Garden of Neuro
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