Taking November Lightly, Brightly

It is early November
Late afternoon
Past 4 0’clock
The sky is blinding blue
Lambclouds bounding here and there
Back of our Susquehanna homes
The woodsy hills draped with heavy tapestry
Artistically woven with brilliant golds
Wild dogwood’s scarlet fruit
Maples declining reds and yellows
Low bushes painted dainty chartreuse
Oak leaves burgundy into brown
Fallen leaves
Curled up into crisp obscurities
Leaves hanging on
Leaves afloat
Brilliant sunshine glares
Bringing out the hidden lines of
Tree limbs intermingled
Like threads holding it all together.

M. Helen Peterson
11/2/2004