Blue gray November;
The sky is a solid cloud
Shifted by the wind.

Invisible birds
Call across the trees and clouds
Speak in many tongues.

Somewhere in the woods
A hammer tap taps
Stating its mission..

A glowing post light
Does not know it's day time--
Tries to light the way.

Now the woods are brown;
Dead leaves form a thick blanket
On the naked earth.








In the midst of brown
Red berries shine on the bush;
One winter color.

Lone Catalpa leaf
Snagged on a slender bush branch
Just waiting to drop.








Milkweed is gone now;
Empty husk offers two seeds;
Hurry now! Quickly!

Leaves fly through the sky
Pursued by the cries of crows
Tumble to the ground.