Sitting in the yard. Soaking up the maples before the leaves drop. In the damp of this morning the colors are extra vibrant.
The air is filled with bird calls, squirrels chasing each other.
The red shouldered hawk calls from the pecans.
Maple
We planted five of these threes sixteen years ago.
We lost one last winter.
Sitting under these trees today as my bird friends fly to and from feels like a decent accomplishment for the last day of November...
and a day of breathing.
Rose
I think this rose is a little confused with the season.
What a beautiful day in the neighborhood.
White Seeds
I face the east and usually watch the sun rise.
This evening the sun sets to my back
lighting up all that lies in front of me...
And like the leaves I let go
and welcome
the coming winter.
