Thank you, November, for your memories, thick like smoke from a cabin’s fire.
gracious gratitudes of grey
realistic but recognizable rays
automatic although anemic
trying tested time
eternal exquiste eulogy
fitful feasts of fury
untried unwanted union
last low but lovely
The sinewy synapses spark to life my memories
from the aroma of a November chill
Fires that burn and smolder far off
to the drops of water
present in the air
hang still as they become unscreened
by a breath of fresh air
The leaves lay low in the frost
Crinkle and crack under boot
the sagacious bee 