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Mildest Day, mid-November

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Mildest Day, mid-November

 

It’s the mildest day in weeks, in the neighborhood the heat pumps are quiet
and where last night was dry wind raising the leaves for another ride tonight

the rain wanders in around dinnertime, so fine you can’t even feel it but in the beam
of a parked truck’s headlights it looks like it is pouring. Later it will rain hard

but it’s here mostly for the duration, to check off the seconds of  the night, like a reminder,
that the next one will be colder and harder, and that after that there will be snow.

Four Things I See in the Sky on a Windy Day

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Four Things I See in the Sky on a Windy Day

 

Leaves stampeding past a second floor window like escaped horses.
Gray scales of a dragon’s vast belly slides over the city.

A cloud viewed through empty branches, ghost of foliage.
A vapor trail unwriting itself across the day’s crisp paper.

 

Mid-November, Daybreak

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Mid-November, Daybreak

Mountains bow low when the day stands up.
Immediately the sun is at our house

preparing to knock – the maple spreads its arms.
Later, we wake among stilled stars and golden silence.

November Mountain Scene

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November Mountain Scene

 

Deer have ventured out through thinning trees
into thickening traffic.  Men in trucks gentle them

to the breakdown lane with shovels. The last leaf’s
twisting stem is the voice of the deer in November.

The Stones

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The Stones

 

Winter begins in the stones. In a dream the sky house
gets closer as if it is trying to hear a secret or tell me one

but when I can read its lips I see it is just pretending.
In the car: stones from a trip to the beach.

A thousand miles from where we found them
for months they have rested in a drink holder

with no discernible nature acting on them,
no car tides or car gulls have hampered their stillness.

Now when we pick them up on a drive we marvel
at how cold they are on this mild first day of November.

You can press them to your hand, your neck, your cheek
and they stay cold. They are telling me a secret

without moving their lips or pretending to tell me anything.
They are coming closer without moving, like snow clouds.