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

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