Two weeks away
came home to a changed world
the maple trees we left behind
close cousins
of the burning bush
Moses beheld
are now bereft of color
save for their skeletons
of winter grey
the garden looking sodden
in the rain
still shows the varied colors
of the fall
though more subdued
yellows and reds
in the remaining leaves
of blueberries
deep pink of the chrysanthemums
the holly trees as always evergreen
and one tall sage with spikes
of purple flowers
bedraggled but considered worthy nonetheless
of a visit from a still resident hummingbird
since snow is rarely in the works
here in Grants Pass
this is the look of winter
best get used to it