Fallen Leaves

The leaves rustle as the crisp fall air blows past your ears.

You look upwards with your eyes shut and there's so much to hear;

The crows'a'crowing, the winds'a'blowing and the forecast calls for snow,

but you continue on, not knowing where you are as you go with the flow.

No worries and no thoughts will stop you in your tracks on you walk through the fallen leaves...

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Taken on October 15, 2011