Morning runSarbagyaMar 04, 2025ShareText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedTaps of acorns woke me up early morning— My fleeting feet on the crunchy leaves Broke the silence of the slanted rays Filtered through the boles and boughs— A chipmunk nibbling its nutty breakfast Greeted me with its furry tail—Autumn 2024—an AI generated image for the poem.