November Walk

Written by: Taylor Graham

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.