the weather as always is strange here where it's nearly november.
our first snowflakes fall past my window.
this is not the strange part.
the strange part was yesterday eve they were haying across in the field.
tractors and trucks with their summertime hum,
loading the bales.
and our silver maple has taken a vow to renounce deciduosity.
tho all other trees have turned red/gold and bare,
she wears green.