Like speed dating, if
they make a good impression,
they come home with us.
Picking Christmas trees
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Like speed dating, if
they make a good impression,
they come home with us.
White has many shades.
Shadow blue, sunlit gold, grey
of approaching storm.
Small delicate word
studies of a larger life
viewed by an artist.
The Windy City
carries aloft a million
dreams on fierce updrafts.
They’ll watch football. We’ll
cook. Men and women. Hunters
and gatherers still.
First snowfall blankets
unraked beds of leaves. Nature’s
default is beauty.
Wet dampness always
seems colder than that first soft
warm blanket of snow.
Trees have never held
leaves as late as November.
Frost was wrong. Gold stays.
Fourteen wild turkeys
on my back deck raid the grape
vines looking for fruit.