Today the river
runs wild with glee.
It’s the last bright day
in November and
the sun skips cross gray-green
water, lightening the landscape.

A pair of trail runners
crunch burgundy-hued leaves,
sending duff flying past their heels.
The banks have yet to turn
to silt-clay stew.

Today the Bigleaf maple’s
yellow ochre dominates the landscape,
making evergreens jealous.

Autumn magnifies
the call of the crow
and deepens the texture of tree bark.
Today you can hear the scratch
of parched leaves meeting mid-air.

The river roars
joy unadulterated, leaping
past large woody habitat, and
charging forth toward the Columbia.