Green has retreated to the starry heart of M13
in the constellation Hercules

Yellow has retired to the Hesperides

Orange swarming the dry deserts of Chile

Red returns to the atomic moabs of the sun

If we're lucky there's some blue behind
But mainly white, black, infinite brown
The ochres that so inspired the cavemen

Leaves love November so they can leap off the trees and dance in the
streets. They can sleep in a heap in the gutter until disturbed by a
speeding car, then swirl in the millions after it like they want to
take a test drive. Leaves take a test drive? Leaves drive the street in
the night when the SUV sleeps. When the storm takes them they swirl
into the atmosphere and become particles of the clouds. Stationary all
spring & summer since their birth in early may, they finally leave the
nest, finally get the opportunity to break free and wander, peregrinate
across the neighborhoods fraternizing with crows, squirrels, station
wagons and stars, owls and sparrows and children with their spelling
books walking home, fight rakes and blowers, fill gutters and drift
into corners and fill planters and fondle petunias.