there’s a different feel to November
now that the days are shorter
and the leaves are on the ground
there’s a different feel to November
now that the days are shorter
and the leaves are on the ground
the month of letting go
The Farmer’s Almanac was his Bible
It was going to be a harsh winter
was it too late
to reinvent
to shed her skin
and start again?
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