rain-water gurgle down a leaf-clogged drain

gentle patter of window-mist

alone in my reverie

cutting back all that dying green

mulching, pruning, storing away summer things

the grand satisfaction of practicality

~ for Mom

remnants of a storied quilt

fabrics stitched with love, hand-sewn bindings

mother’s fruitful legacy

November

rains

catch me

unaware

pale-red maple

some few leaves remain

looking past winter solstice

supper lingers in the air

windows opened wide

but I don’t mind the rain

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to tread where fools dare to go

point me, please

in the general direction…

slant of morning light

linden leaves holding fast

breakfast dishes put away

juvenile bullsnake rifts

through purple coneflowers

maple tree houses bluejay chatter

nearly bare

barely there

the whistling wind