November Afternoon – a poem by Fredric Hildebrand

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.

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