Autumn leaves
recently freed from
Winter's frozen blanket
probably did crunch underfoot
before the snow fell
today, though, they soften
our steps, cushion our footfalls;
until the trail descends,
we walk easily
as we begin to lose elevation
our steps are slower, more cautious
conversation pausing, while our
concentration turns to
hoping friction is strong enough
to hold in place
autumn's leaves under our feet
but when the down is done
and every next step
is level with the one before
the Trail becomes once again
what carpet only dreams about
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