Saturday 26 November 2016. The First Starkness of November

It was 36 degrees F at 8:25 this morning under clearing skies as, after what seemed like so long, departed for Meadowbrook Park.

Stopped for the mushrooms,
No fresh ones after the freeze,
Only dry remains.


A little way down
Saw a shapely syacamore
With expressive limbs.


At Meadowbrook Park
Crossed the rabbit-statue bridge
Stopped for a photo.


Meadowbrook’s turned brown,
Quite suddenly, since last time,
It made me feel sad.


It always happens,
But today I felt the loss
Way in my innards.


These days, one wonders
Whether next spring still will come.
Or was this the last?

Then, ice on the bridge.
Where suddenly tried to stop;
Nearly took a spill.


Stopped to see the creek.
Getting used to the cleared space
That the stream runs through.


Stark, pointy remains
Of once-large compass flowers
Stood against pale grass.


Farther on there were
Lots of dark indigo pods
Shaking on their stalks.


Will tomorrow come?
Leave that question unanswered.
Just embrace today.


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