The Light in November
The light in November slants low.
It fills my eyes as I glance
askance through amber trees
and see the leaves descend in
gold flashes
past my open window.
The autumn sun skirts
my low Suisun hills
casting deep shadows
along the ebbing marsh
where wading egrets probe
still, black waters
and finding their prize
rise to blue heaven,
white, slender wings
elegantly beating
the softly falling sun.
poem by Steven Federle
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