A tree calls to me

I was bundled up,
wrapped against the cold, north wind.
The sun so bright I was sure I would be warm
as I walked this morning in the cemetery.

My eyes began to water,
the air was too cold.

I considered turning around and going back home.
I could walk later in the day when the temperatures warmed up.

A tree on the other side of the cemetery caught my eye.
I walked towards it.
I forgot to be cold.

I walked for 45 minutes.
I too was dressed in red.

Around the block

The brisk, north wind
kept me close to home.

Lawns are filling with leaves.

With each gust of wind leaves fill the air.
They twirl in the street and around my legs.

Soon all the leaves will be off the trees.

Cold air is blowing in.

Indian Summer is coming to a close.

The call

I was not sure where
I would walk this morning.

I looked down the street and saw the trees.
The leaves were falling gently.

I heard Mockingbird.

These Indian Summer days are divine.

A neighbor was outside sitting on her porch.
We said, "Hello."
Too beautiful to be inside.

I will walk in the woods this afternoon.

The trees are calling.

Calm before the rain

I walked before the rains.
I do hope they come.
Mockingbird came with me.

Today I walked in my neighborhood.
I wanted to stay close to home.
I wanted to look at the trees before the rain.

It was so quiet I could hear my footsteps.
I could hear leaves falling to the ground.
I heard the geese long before I saw them.

It is warm.
I walked in short sleeves.
It is Indian Summer.

In the cemetery

It was almost eleven am.
before I opened the cemetery gate.




I had lingered in my backyard
with the birds this morning.



It is sunny and the air feels warm.

An Orange Sulphur flew past me.

The grass is browning in the cemetery.
The leaves continue to amaze me.

I walked for an hour.
When November is warm and sunny I can walk for hours.

Inspired

I waited to walk until
mid-afternoon.



The trees are bright.
The air is warm.

The birds came with me.

The neighborhood is beautiful.

I want to be outside
every minute of daylight.

The birds and the colors fill my soul with joy.

Into the woods.

I left the paved path.
I walked into the woods.

I looked at the understory of the woods.

At the pond I rested.

I do not know how long I gazed
at the reflections.

A Blue Jay's call
brought me back to this day.