November Day

There are days that should be cold but aren’t,

Days of balmy peace in mid November.

Full but never overflowing duties,

Chickens, herbs, and simmering pots of soup,

Windows rimming tranquil skies and beauty,

Barns and dripping eaves and stillness ~

These are perfect days of soul, I warrant.

Days with nothing I shall long remember,

The summer suckers stretch from the fruit trees

Into greyness, the long-forgotten fruit

Rotting warmly into winter’s cruelty,

But not yet. Not yet that illness ~

This day harks back to nothing, bodes nothing,

Perfect in its breath-holding twilight hour.

Bayboro, NC
November 12, 2018
copyright by M.K. Christiansen