November Walk

Along the railway embankment a flight of swallows skims the field now touched with amber shades of fall. I’ve walked this way before, along the river’s willow edge, along the railway embankment. I’ve found the homeless camps where no one’s home – a tarp, a mattress. A flight of swallows skims the field and a chill wind tells me to move on. I have a house, a hearth, a window view now touched with amber shades of fall.