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November For Beginners (No Rain)
The rain held off
for hours, long enough to smell
its presence -- warm and burned;
summer sun afar now,
leaving crisp cobalt air
to chill our skin
in early dusk of late day.
Our wood stack sits
in anticipation of purpose --
to rise and leave its bed
with a crackle and pop.
Our hearts stiffen as
flower heads on rigid stalks.
We can't yet fathom Spring
in the sea of brown and gold --
its trimmings
Trail our feet;
rustle a scratchy, unmetered
tune on a hollow, stringless instrument.
We tap harmoniously on its belly
in fingers of windy demise.
.....
for hours, long enough to smell
its presence -- warm and burned;
summer sun afar now,
leaving crisp cobalt air
to chill our skin
in early dusk of late day.
Our wood stack sits
in anticipation of purpose --
to rise and leave its bed
with a crackle and pop.
Our hearts stiffen as
flower heads on rigid stalks.
We can't yet fathom Spring
in the sea of brown and gold --
its trimmings
Trail our feet;
rustle a scratchy, unmetered
tune on a hollow, stringless instrument.
We tap harmoniously on its belly
in fingers of windy demise.
.....
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