From the November window at my desk

I saw the maple flames last week.

Rain and wind and this square canvas

has returned to a simple line drawing.

A new beginning, a few remaining leaves

suggesting what the creator has in mind.

 

bare maple

An Autumn Dance of Death

bees hive

Female worker bees are working long hours

gathering autumn nectar for the colony’s winter.

Like me, they’re storing carbohydrates and protein

for when they stay inside, although unlike

bees, I hope not to die there.