Sounds in the quiet
simple serendipity
not immediate
certainly carries
the weight of silence.
Pick a swath of forest
imagine the dense treasure
of a nature
we might all have wants,
explore passion.
If needing such is
the original
aboriginal,
that primate
capable of love.
Not knowing
the instinct will
someday
evolve
with painful beauty.
There is this sweet
recall
colors, leaves glance in
the autumn sunlight
we might suggest forever.
© Scott F Savage 2019
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