Rusty red pin oaks

Slowly shedding leaves

Contrast with blue-gray tinged carpet

A clear blue sky

shines praise

All remains quiet

Until the clip, clop of horses’ hooves

striking asphalt

Black buggy in tow

Wakes up the earth

Then cars hurriedly pass by

Ignoring the

pristine beauty

Of this frosty

Sunday morn

D.J. Hausman-Hill

Lititz