It's Still Life

Grounded in Green

By the old wooden footbridge is a creek that stays,
most the year, racing into depths that calm its song.

Through interwoven limbs of leafy oak and shade,
there where I’ve whiled away my age into its past.

From spring through autumn, I’m grounded at last
in greenery’s retreat, of quiet I’ve needed for so long.

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