Autumn Whites . . .
Russet variation of deciduous oaks and maples see their feet dressed in filigree of wildflower white as sparse as lace, or as morning frost on lawn, or the first accumulated dusting of flurries.
“Friends appear like snowflakes clung to a window. … ”
Lines of poems shaped like prose recited aloud in the out of doors can be a symptom, if one allows it, of mind, perhaps your own, ruminating, meeting, encountering such attractive intersections of nature and the city.
Here it remains, on the west side of Manhattan, where civil island meets tidal river at a time when sun sets are fast and temperatures bring a shiver.
The cold months are hinted on the rippled gray sky, felt on the wind, not far.
– rPs 11 21 2016
Postscript: Thanksgiving is on the menu. Centerpiece: Wildflower White (Asteraceae, various)