There is a lot of country in the country. Meadows and farms. Vineyards and orchards. My head swivels. Left, right. Up the brightly colored hills and down the roads.
In the car's wake, leaves swirl. Ponds and lakes offer up clear reflections. A mélange of colors and odors–manure, hay, wood smoke. Today is different from yesterday, as tomorrow will be different from today.
news of her death
the colors drain
from the trees
Cattails, summer 2016