Not all leaves need wind to fall

These orange ones piling into red split the stillness of this post-dawn fog and tell me of the loosening that must come in our lives:

Moving forward in early light, walking patiently on pine-needle carpets, selfless as sand-dune trails carved by small troops of travelers.

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