 Golf course closed.
Moritz and I walk through each morning.
Alone.
 Sky huge.
Earth a tapestry of fallen leaves,
yellow-orange-brown.
Ponds lined with cattails, reeds, grass.
 Fairways, still green,
Sprinkled yellow and rust.
Geese honk across the sky,
Leaving silence behind.
 We walk along the waterfowl refuge,
A wild mystery.
Magpies, beavers, eagles, herons
Magically appear.
Moritz bounces along, always curious,
Racing to the ponds,
Weaving through willow, spruce, cottonwood,
birch, pine.
 Time dissolves.
Boundaries disappear
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