Hays Travelogue

Overnight, Parthenocissus has turned bright red, burgundy, maroon.

Cold wind afoot. Golden leaflets from locust trees spatter acanthus.

Sycamore leaves fly like ghosts, thin and pale, from the trees into the sky.

Spiders cast nets over every green surface and wait for breezy days.

Full sun. Occasional whistles and idle chitchat across the road.