November

Wind whips
the tips of trees
as the leaves
leap and swirl
dive and whirl
Scarlet corners brown and curl.
Grey sheets of rainĀ batter the door
as fire crackles, safe from storm–warm
blackened wood smells of home,
yet even so,
my heart would roam.

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Vibrance

Color swirls,
hurled into the wild world,
whirls through the trees
on an unseen breeze
The leaves
dipping, diving, ducking, dancing
In their death the most vibrant,
a glorious adornment,
assortment
Like red-golden-green glowing snowflakes
that whisper as they fall,
They call
to the wanderers
whisper of wild adventures
awaiting
as the clouds block the sun
and the trees bend to wind
they stir their song again,
a siren in the highlands,
calling the defiant, the migrant in me.

Autumn Storm Along Rio Grande River