The matronly hill
Has dressed in a patterned muumuu
Of scarlet maple, golden ash, and copper oak.
The lake at her feet
Reflects her gaudy garment.
What a thrill to wear whatever one pleases
In the autumn of life.
Gray sky, gray streets, gray trees, gray faces, gray overcoats
Punctuated with blood red plastic poppies.
An odd note of cheer
In the grimmest month of the year.