By Choitalyk Ruman

This morning I woke to quiet light,
curtains parting on a golden sight
maple leaves blushing red and gold,
autumn’s beauty, gentle and bold.

Berries gleamed along the lane,
a feast for birds before the rain.
The world was calm, yet softly alive,
whispering, “even stillness can thrive.”

Time moves quietly, never loud,
like sunlight slipping through a cloud.
You don’t see it leave, not right away
until the moments start to fade.

Breakfast laughter, a porch-side smile,
footsteps echoing for a while.
The simple things, we let them pass,
not knowing they’re the ones that last.

The warmth of tea, the evening breeze,
a hug that lingers, small mercies of ease.
Each breath, each glance, each tender sound
these are the jewels life scatters around.

So slow your heart, and softly see,
how beautiful ordinary can be.
Because even now, this golden day
is quietly, gently slipping away.

And one day, when winter fills the sky,
you’ll close your eyes and realize why
the smallest moments, kind and true,
became the memories that carry you.

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