A day so quiet,
you can hear the rustle
of Frieda’s leash
in fallen leaves,
or children playing
in the park
three blocks away.
These are days to remember,
not the big promotion
or the long commute
or what the price of
furnace filters are
at Walmart
or Canadian Tire.
These are the days
when fresh brewed coffee
and bagels
taste so much sweeter
when shared with squirrels
and the fresh air
of early Autumn.
When my final sleep arrives
and eyelids droop forever,
I hope to remember
not the pain and sadness
of my departure
but the rustle of leaves
and children’s laughter.
ml’25
(Original image courtesy of Tikovka1355 at Pixabay)