November Afternoon Nothing is simple and alone. A maple leaf drops on water, immediately still. Wild ducks weave a southward flight, away from heavy clouds covering the evening light. The breathing forest, the living stones, every withering leaf, each drop of rain, the beasts, the birds, the invisible spirit in the air; we are all one. Anything that any of us does affects us all. We are not separate and alone. Nothing is simple and alone.
Fredric Hildebrand is a retired physician living in Neenah, WI. He is the author of two poetry chapbooks, “Northern Portrait” (Kelsay Books, 2020), and “A Glint of Light” (Finishing Line Press, 2020). His recent poetry has appeared in The MacGuffin and Sky Island Journal.
When not writing or reading, he plays acoustic folk guitar and explores the Northwoods with his wife and two Labrador retrievers.