Red Willow and Baby Blue: Home Country

noticing patterns in how leaves
fall like sun flakes on autumn’s
pedals

blocking out sounds of traffic
to hear the subtle rustle of
tree murmurs

and there was a tree that had
fallen so it was stopped mid-
way by another and the bottom
broke away and fell away so
the top was suspended on
its own

and there was a tree with its
wrinkly arm wrapped loving-
ly around its neighbor

and every shade of green still
more prominent in late
November

strolling somewhere familiar
and still unfamiliar—
togetherness