They gather and grow Together all year, here. But come October, They blaze. Wildflowers. New England Aster, Meadow Rue and Goldenrod. Keeping company with Bluestem, Stiltgrass, and Foxtail. They are on display down the road from me On purpose, I think. And at just the right time, Fall clouds block the sun, Winter wind makes Brittle the leaves. Entangled, they are, But free. They are delightful, And they have delighted me.