October 12
The path to the woods is soft and silent underfoot. Wet leaves pad the ground beneath the trees and bright patches of green moss cover every rock. many plants in sheltered places thrive even now.
This place is sweet solitude - but never silent. twittering birds have moved in for the winter and the red and blue of the cardinals and the blue-jays color the darkening woods. Time hangs between autumn and winter in mellow breezes and a few bright yellow sunflowers. it is a pensive time, a time to reflect and let go and enjoy.
The old Indian still sits upon the earth instead of propping himself up and away from its life-giving forces.
STANDING BEAR
LAKOTA SIOUX
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