Member-only story
Poetry
November Leaves
with a soft secret brush
the night paints the trees
in the morning they are
weary, unrested
yet blazing with new beauty
ragged as they are
before the relentless wind
the neighborhood is littered
with our summer shade
now brittle underfoot
crumbling to pieces
at the slightest touch
sunshine ignites the fire
that had been waiting
inside them all along, but
by and by the rake
will scrape their fallen faces
hastening their return
to the soil for another season
Yes, I love autumn, and yes I’m going to write about it plenty #sorrynotsorry . The season has finally arrived for reals in Texas, such as it is, and I’ve been hurrying to photograph the changed leaves before they all blow away. There’s still hot flashes every few days, and we watch the sky in anticipation of the next cold front, but it’s definitely autumn and we will eat it up while we can.
Thank you for reading!
