Linger down good ol’ Briggsmore or McHenry;
sun-bathed tulip trees and queen palms line these
rarely wet streets plastered with autumns’ leaves.
Murmurations of starlings eclipse Scenic’s foothills.
***
Submitted to MoSt for inclusion in the Stanislaus Poem.
Ichthus77 
Wow. *exhale*
You have painted a spiced, wet picture and I was transported to it. This was moody, flavored, infused. Fine, fine poem. :)
Very kind of you.
:-)