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An oriole's nest exposed by fallen leaves on a sunny day in November.

The oriole’s nest
built in spring, now catches
leaves, rain, seeds, moonlight.

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A young deer with his neck down to the ground eats grass on a sunny day in November.

I can hear his crunch
as he pulls at the cold grass,
eye like an inkwell.

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A dramatic sky at sunset reflected in a creek in November.

The sky is doubled
in the creek—rushing towards
the other at dusk.

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A red-tailed hawk perched on a branch in November.

Surveying the world —
I understand his hunger,
perched and solitary.

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A worn cement statue of Mary with hands clasped in November.

Only charity —
hands clasped, kindness, kindness,
surveying the world.

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Altocumulus clouds over a creek at sunset in November.

Altocumulus
sings over the rippled creek—
bluejays still awake.

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A deer feeds on grass next to a fallen tree with gray branches on a cloudy day in November.

Deer’s neck like a branch,
gray branch like the deer’s soft neck,
the day’s devotion.

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A closeup of maple seeds on a sunny day in November.

Hope comes from somewhere —
the soft fingers of maple
seedheads in the wind.

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A view of a creek and grasslands at night under stars on Election Day in November.

Blue sky with high clouds,
silken blue creek under stars,
blue is beautiful.

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A view of a creek and grasslands on a cloudy day in November.

Gray as a gravestone,
cold as the November creek,
my grief never sleeps.

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Starlings gather in a tree for migration.

Planning their leaving,
starlings replace every leaf,
sky, filled with their sound.

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A bouquet of white and pink cosmos in a vase with other flowers.

My mother’s cosmos,
like giant moons for the bees —
I left some for them.

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A young deer eating grass at the edge of a creek with a dramatic sunset beind it.

This deer, unafraid,
the grass still warm from summer —
the creek, new with rain.

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A full moon over foggy grasslands on an October morning.

Always a surprise,
birds chatter in morning fog,
full moon, still not set.

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A dramatic sky of mackerel clouds over grasslands in October.

Gentlest October
clouds I feel inside my chest
like a memory.

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A carved jack o' lantern smiling in the rain on the ground against an old red brick building.

Every Halloween
my dad liked to carve pumpkins —
I still think of him.

32 years.

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Sunset over grasslands and a creek under a dramtic October sky.

Sunset and moonrise,
the mystery comes and goes,
begins and begins.

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A forest path covered with leaves in October.

It’s strange to be here,
in your forest without you,
leaves crunch, how you liked.

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The silhouette of tall tree branches against a sky in October dusk.

A hope for better —
friendship, neighborliness, joy —
these connected things.

Inspired by the words of Barack Obama, October 24, 2026, Detroit, Michigan,

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An October sunrise over a foggy grassland and a tree on a creekbank.

Deer steam through grasslands,
birds arrange and rearrange
for the change to come.