November 13, 2015
My favorite time of the year. The leaves are turning colors of red, brown, yellow, and orange. Getting ready for college football and NFL. The weather is not too hot, not too cold….the air is crisp and clear.
We already turned our clock back an hour….it’ll be time for Thanksgiving. Found a poem that kinda fits for this month….
November for Beginners
Snow would be the easy
way out—that softening
sky like a sigh of relief
at finally being allowed
to yield. No dice.
We stack twigs for burning
in glistening patches
but the rain won’t give.
So we wait, breeding
mood, making music
of decline. We sit down
in the smell of the past
and rise in a light
that is already leaving.
We ache in secret,
memorizing
a gloomy line
or two of German.
When spring comes
we promise to act
the fool. Pour,
rain! Sail, wind,
with your cargo of zithers!
November 1981
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