October chill
summer so soon gone
hot cider

a family tree book
of 600 pages
and 600 ancestors
stretching back
through centuries
discovered
grave sites
tramped down grasses
overgrown
in the woods

a turkey crosses the path
to join his flock in the woods
strolling casually
resembling
ladies walking home from church
on a Sunday
no hurry
taking their time

I gotta get used to the quiet
When the hyperactivity is gone
And nothing left but the hum of the fan
And the blue screen on the computer that's dead

Many quiet days lie ahead
The busy and the hurry are behind me
A new routine is at hand
What will I do with the hours?