All is Silent

All is Silent

This morning
A cold East breeze has pushed away
The warm late October afternoons
Swirls of wood smoke
Can be seen above chimneys
Settling across trees of color
The lake lies rippled
In shimmering reflection
All is silent
Except for a faraway turkey call
Bluejays cracking beechnuts
And breaching of gars

Roy (Bonefish) L. Nave
October, 2017

Perhaps you can add to this:'

Now that the leaves of fall are dropping and trees left barren, would my ole eyes see the wave of a branch from a jumping squirrel or scurry of critters on the forest floor?