Bright air early November rustles neon treelines;
saturated saffron gingko manes
startle blue horizons; flames of burning bushes
race streetcar red down shaded sidestreets,
beneath spiced paprika sugar maples,
aged bronze halos of oak.
November mingles wardrobes:
no-nonsense evergreens converse with
richly draped golds and bare-branched austerity
shoulder to shoulder on the bluffs,
an eclectic gathering of distinct personalities
November embodies autumn palette paradoxes:
leaves bloom as petals close; colors burst
as darkness forms; foliage warms
as temperatures cool; holidays awaken
as nature’s slumber begins.
November renders me optimistic
that humans might mimic
its presentation and embrace
of all colors, its bold and mundane
multiplicity and vivid infusion of beauty
as a means of relating
to one another and loving each other
empathically, emphatically, collectively, brilliantly.