
On the way to the airport in Madison, I am bidding my Wisconsin adventure adieu – but not before receiving the last few lines I needed to complete this new poem:
Rare glimpses
sky shy peeks
muted beneath
dull grey clouds
o’r barren scapes
Rusted trappings
comfortably home
amongst the golds
coppers ‘n’ bronzes
hazy with wet air
Farm houses cast
complete with silos
randomly checkered
among still green hills
covered in naked trees
Fall is lingering
yet not yet winter
everything feels dim
muffled beneath snow
not melting faster
When the sun says ‘hey’
everyone takes note
grateful for the oddly
briefest moments of
bright shining splendor
Wisconsin in November
an atypical adventure
delightfully enchanting
not because it trys to be
wholly uncomplicated
Sprawling country canvas
sprinkled with hokey charm
this temporarily muted palate
exaggerating delicate beauty
magnifying the simply peaceful
