November hymnal (19)

November hymnal (19)

After freezing rain, the slow burn continues.
Ice burns, air burns. Morning mist clarifies

Into a river’s moving lens.
Sliding faster than fire.

This will always be the month of my unbecoming.
November burnishes the mind’s naked bark

As the details drift down to a grass blade’s slow spark.
The recent past dead at your feet but covering

Everything. There is no forgetting
No remembering only

November containing everything
Changing past changed future.

And on the ground the hovering
Vulture’s static shadow.

One thought on “November hymnal (19)

  1. rivrvlogr

    I feel the intensity of this. For me, early December was cruel. And while I thought of spring as an awakening, it took me years to see the light and recognize how long it actually had been.

    Reply

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