So little now is left of the glory
of maple and birch with colors ablaze,
seldom now are seen the migratory
geese through the dimming light of evening’s haze
as they journey south in their cadenced flight.
Now the harvest fields lie fallow and still
beneath thin rays of late November light
that can scarcely disperse the morning's chill.
What I say of this diminished season
when color, music, and warm days retreat
will, perhaps, seem to defy all reason
for lovers of spring flowers, summer heat,
but in the barren meadow, leafless tree
beauty lingers for those looking to see.
David James Madden
Image: November Morning by Terry Chandler from The Gallery @BarrPhotographics