I woke with a chilly cold autumn day.
Put on my running shoes
and guzzled my coffee.
Stepped outside to start a jaunt
zipped my sweatshirt and
double knotted my shoes.
I look upward to the black sky,
no stars, the storm left remnants
of a cloudy morning and cool breeze.
Stepping one foot in front of the other
my body began to warm up.
Soon the pace was decent enough
I passed a few others, just a few
The world is not visited often
with twilight runners.
Dropped acorns the size of walnuts
lay trepidatiously in my path,
hidden under leaves and branches.
I cautiously step into the places
of shadows and lights, glare
by streetlights and car lights.
Finishing, I see reflection from the sun
just peeking into the dark horizon
giving way to a more cemented pace.
I see the car and start to slow down,
A feeling only a run can pass on,
accomplishment of the now.
I walk to the car, feeling the breeze
I look to see someone near and then I
remember; to smile.