This poem was written to fit a form called a tritina. It’s kind of like a sestina, only different. Here’s an overview if you’re interested. Hopefully you will be–give it a try!
Leaves
My boots shuffle slowly through the leaves
The leaves that cover the winding trail
Breaking the forest’s hush, its stillness, its quiet
But that’s why I’m here—for the quiet
So I step more softly now, through the leaves
The leaves that cover the winding trail
Were it not for the trail
My heart would not know quiet
So I’m thankful for those fallen leaves
The leaves that cover the winding trail and the quiet in my heart
Yet There is Method 
Such a beautiful poem, Tim. It captures this time of year and the restorative nature of the trail so well. This may be my new favourite.
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