The final shards of light
grace the tips of spires,
those old growth beacons in the night.
Reflected glare from snow
dances in our eyes like fuzzy white
ornamental globes, suddenly shattering
from sight as mountains swallow the sun.
Fixed atop the sky lie billions upon billions
of twinkling stars, outnumbering every
multi-colored bulb burning aglow on
the houses and boughs below.
Blankets of smoke pour from sooty chimneys,
dry leaves crunch underfoot,
cords of wood harbor squirrels
storing food for the winter push.
The weight of the world seems lighter
in the company of nature —
no crowded malls or traffic jams,
no buy one now, regret it later.
Where the sidewalk ends, sanity begins.
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