NOVEMBER
By  Frances L Young

Vines become
Shimmering golden ribbons that
Twine and tangle among the
Tattered, scarlet lace of
Trees,
Wind-worried
By restless fingers that
Pluck and pick
And pile the gleaning
Onto the muddied straw
Of grasses, left
From long-dead
Summer.

A vapor trail sighs
Across the ruined sky,
Frivolous with emptiness
Against the dark smudging of
Looming cloud,
Sullen, and
Heavy-bellied with
Impending  storm.

Spicy aroma of Madrone
In subtle compliment
To the musk and must of
Wet wood and lichen,
And loam, and leavings
Of so many seasons
That make
Incense and insulation
For the lonely sleep of
Winter.

Excerpt from Fran's book
of poetry :
"Bit's & Pieces of Me"
and I'm proud to say....
"She's my Sis!"
RIVER REFLECTIONS of fall
The tranquil waters of the feather river transform a riot of colors into soft
and soothing reflections of fall!
Feather River Canyon- Oct. 2005
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NORTHERN CALIF
FALL COLLECTION
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OVER THE ROCK WALL...
Lies a vision to overwhelm your senses! The late afternoon sun of an Indian Summer
washes the valley floor in it's golden glow!
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WINE COUNTRY FALL COLLECTION
FOLLOWING THE TRAIL OF FALL...ING LEAVES.........
Gold nuggets look dull when compared to nature's glory in the fall!