Never before, so it seems have we had so many leaves to rake! Four times we swept the lawn, depositing leaves around trees, in the garden and on the north bank, before the trees stopped sending them down in cascades.
Overcast skies of steel grey – stratus with only a few flakes drifting down.
Violet sunrises in the south east. Spectacular in their color spectrum and rivaled only by salmon sunsets in the southwestern sky.
Evocative memories well up when you breathe in the crisp, cold air. Woodsmoke, decomposing leaves, apples, bruised tendrils of squash and pumpkins, and freshly turned loam. A hint of snow.
Muted calls of migrating birds as they wing overhead searching for safe harbor.
Bare limbs and straight, grey-green trunks of trees – an uninhibited view into the woods and to the sky.
Evening comes early and stars twinkle brightly on dark nights. The waxing moon spills liquid light upon the bare earth.
Remember. Pause. Take in the earth and share your memories.
Dedicated to Rose Vasquez who likes November because it is like a freshly cleaned and de-cluttered home.
