there is a stillness in the air
and in the land
this day
a crispness
in this valley between seasons
earlier I bundled up
to walk deep into the woods
to stand
among the quiet standing
leaves rained down
noiseless
falling
and landing
it was as if the land
was being soaked
with silent tears
and I thought of those
who cry alone
in the night
unseen
unheard
and I prayed for arms
to come 'round
a shoulder
to lean on
a hug
a wordless touch .........
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