sometimes the camera captures what you don't see

rainbow orbs

as the sun peeps through

one or twice in a dreary

colder week.

looks like the planting farmer

was playing crosswords or cross hairs

or crossseeds

clouds visit the neighbor's low spot

and make patterns and games,

i resist running through.

a walker left this behind.

i wonder why?

my 80something year old friend

scornfully says people are sucking on their bottles

even before going for a little explore

into the woods

probably in preparation

for hunting

i am glad this land makes it difficult

to find her bounty

i decided to give these yellow wild ones a taste

often the wildlings are not delicious

but this one was.

it barely lasted though, so i couldn't take it to school.

to share the perfect sweetness.

it's november now

and the bones of the land are beginning to show

before that white downy coat

hides it all away.

happy deep fall to you.

hunker down, warm your hands

and consider the year that's gone by.