Two November Poems

Two November Poems

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.