Early November Walk,
Door County, Wisconsin

by Wilda Morris

I hear no sound
except wind strumming
a tune in the tree tops

Green moss shrouds
downed trees and rocks
on an old Indian trail

Fallen aspen leaves
confetti the road,
a bright celebratory design

And here, golden mums
in a pot, as if nature’s gifts
were not enough

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