Baggage

Baggage
(November abstraction)

Crow in peacock feathers
And peacocks, similar to the Raven.
The snail looks from your birdhouse.
Such a warm November.
The mushrooms.
Just scheduled
Line drawing.
City in the mist.
The apples on the plate.
Contours, silvered with frost.
Contours, gilded by the sun.
Drawings live their lives.
On them is the accumulation of strange creatures
And views of nature, pleasing to the eye.
The trail winds
In the void between the pines.
And if you draw something,
Someone
Mosaic reality
Late autumn
Smashed up.