Its calm

Sunday morning, autumnal rising
red leaves whisk away
like old friends leaving

Looking for a way
I heard heartbreaks
speak to each other, crazy talk
Nobody keeps a promise

False talk comes easily in the afternoons
evenings are something else
while this morning begs freshness
and the richest autumn ever continues

My highest mind
keeps the strongest lookout
animal instincts merely glance
and the barefoot servants work within

Winter comes slowly
nobody cautions me not to get closer
People arrive though
“And the wind began to howl”

Published by Adam

For almost two decades, Adam F. C. Fletcher has led international outreach focused on engaging people successfully. Working with thousands of youth-serving nonprofits, K-12 schools, government agencies, international NGOs and other organizations around the world, his work spans the fields of education, public health, economic development and social services, and includes professional development, public speaking, publishing, social media and more. He founded the Freechild Institute for Youth Engagement, SoundOut and CommonAction, as well as writing more than 50 publications and 500 articles. He has also established 150-plus community empowerment projects.

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