Out Walking in Late November

      Farmington Addition  Muncie, Indiana

 

Did you ever notice when you're out walking

In late November how some leaves,

Caught by the wind, will kind of skip along beside you,

It's like walking with dogs, they scamper here and there

And between your feet,

 

While most of them don't budge,

They seem to be enjoying a vacation from making green

All summer; or maybe after fall has tumbled them

From the trees and turned them many shades of brown,

They're just plumb tuckered out.

 

 

Driving Southwest in November

 

Sunday evening we are driving from Muncie to Indianapolis

To fetch our granddaughter Samantha back home--

After a few miles but even before we get to the Interstate

You turn to me and remark about the fantastic colors

Of the sky:  gold-pink-orange-rose-lavender light that

 

Stretches and marbles across the many hued blue.

I say it seems that there has to be an ocean over there

To make that sky so rowdy with those tones, and then

I say there is.  You say how paintings like that look fake--

But this is a gift.