a certain light

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

there’s a different feel to November

now that the days are shorter

and the leaves are on the ground

 

 

 

 

november

 

 

 

 

 

the month of letting go

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

prediction

 

 

The Farmer’s Almanac was his Bible

 

It was going to be a harsh winter

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

snake in the grass

 

 

 

 

 

was it too late
to reinvent
to shed her skin
and start again?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

spring cleaning

 

 

 

 

she lays it on her bed
runs her fingers over the delicate spring flowers
fresh
new
sparkling
green and gold
in the warm sun

 

while driving to the Salvation Army

she imagines

autumn

will be a better fit