November Descriptive

A cackle in the rain-jeweled woods

and a rush of wings in the early dusk,

turkeys disturbed in their roosts,

deeper now into the valley,

hills bounding off in the mist,

and beside the shining road

the fresh hide of a deer,

ears heavenward,

filling with drizzle,

a bit of the soul of the beast,

clinging to its skin,

cools in the weakening light,

a barn owl by its cry

echoes between the ridges,

on cue.