across the street

we live across the street

from a civil war era church and cemetery

the church was begun by a pastor who opposed slavery

and became a hiding place and stop

on the underground railroad

in fact

you can still see the hidden room

just as it looked 150 years ago

but yesterday

i was thinking more about the autumn colors

as i stepped outside my door

here are some glimpses

of an ancient tree

 i love the crunch of leaves underfoot 

and the dappled sunlight

filtered through golden leaves

 crunch, crunch

the path that leads to home

i don't know why it is 

that old graveyards cease to be places of sadness

and instead

take on an air of peace and charm

what does the view from your front porch look like right now?