Bright November day;
Even dead leaves look lively;
Spider web strands shine.
Evergreens are green;
Rhododendron buds are full;
Is winter coming?
Etched on the tree trunk--
Maps of strange territory
Still to be explored.
Back to back they stand--
Collette and Olivia
Across the barnyard.
Queen Anne's Lace clutches
Tiny tender blooms that were--
Now live as dry ghosts.
A trail of pine cones
Lining up along the road
Raises some questions.
Low slung woodpecker
Hit these trees--nobody saw;
(Must have been at night.)
Old fence loses teeth,
Falling incrementally;
Needs some new bridge work.
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