Late Autumn

I created the poem and photograph on my deck.
Late Autumn

Winterize your vehicle,
but summarize a plot.
Spring into action and
fall off a log.

Falling leaves
in the backyard
abandon hickories
and forsake
golden shimmering in
the morning sun.

Soon, skeletal branches
will point naked fingers
skyward, and I shall miss
the beauty that now abounds.

But the river shall come
into view with barges
moving timber for commerce.
​Check out my video of falling leaves on this Substack post: 
https://substack.com/@znaturalist/p-179067857