BEAUTY IN DECAY
Late November turns a sharp corner,
leaving behind vibrant, golden hues
to embark upon a dull, yet scenic, sepia season,
but not without beauty in the process of decay.
On close inspection
leaves display artistic license with dots and geometric design.
Underfoot, crunching dryness
brings carefree smiles along leaf-strewn pathways.
Rain drenched, soggy specimens
pressed by countless treads of rubber boots
become short-lived stencilled pavement blocks.
Discarded, deep earth toned, shaggy carpets
are quickly gathered
to blanket roses and compost boxes.
A shower of fluttering leaflets draws eyes upward
to darkened tree limbs silhouetted
against a gloomy, gray sky,
reaching with grace and lovely form.
November needs another chance
to remind us of the season’s truth,
that unless it dies and buries deep
we can’t anticipate beauty’s birth in months to come.
Trudy - 2009