Nov. 9, 2026
By Pam Spencer
An oak tree hanging on to the last of its leaves in early November. Photo by Maizy Weirich.
Some drives are concrete, some are tar
Mine is leaves
Best so far.
Colored leaves surround my home,
The trees stand bare
A change in tone.
Holes in trees are best to see
When there's no leaves upon a tree,
Birdies popping in and out
Making homes in them no doubt,
I'm awfully grateful to the breeze
For changing scenery and fallen leaves.
-Spencer lives in Sedgwick
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