Day 4 — Election Day

Outside my window leaves scurry across the driveway like little mice. Most of the leaves on the ground are dry and brown now. Among the maple branches yellow leaves are still blushing green. The sky is cloudless and the cold pierces both my shoulders. How shall I greet this day? A cold slap? Arms out stretched? Bundle up and stomp the crunchy leaves? A good day to vote.

elections looming
unsavory characters


gloomy November
scarf wool muffles my breath
leaves crunch under rake.