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Today’s the day for quiet steps
For padding in socks on cushioned floors
For tiny naps and cups of warmth
Keep worries brief
Let pleasure in
in smallest measure
It is a shy sweet day
The world is turning green again
The middle-aged grow young
Scratch whitened heads
and smile at fate
Not everything is right
But wrong is on the lam
The little thoughts are sturdier
And candles last beyond their time
So dance a little dance
And never mind the darkening sky
For the world grows green
And dry leaves are all swept
in pretty piles
– November 4. 1992