November 30, 2015

November 29, 2015

first real frost
waiting for my windows to
let me see again

November 28, 2015

scanning the sky
for the star that will release
this wish I’m holding

November 27, 2015

old enough now
I don’t need the recipe
apple pie season

November 26, 2015

November 25, 2015

November 24, 2015

we wake to the sound
of water lapping the hull
at anchor, at sea

November 23, 2015

November 22, 2015

for a moment
as the wind shuffles the clouds
just a few stars

November 21, 2015

November 20, 2015

there was one gold leaf
this morning, on the drive in
that headed back up

November 19, 2015

my fingers trailing
over the side as you row

November 18, 2015

Elizabeth Bishop’s fish
still trailing old weights

November 17, 2015

delayed migration
we and the birds wondering
did we wait too long?

November 16, 2015

smoke clinging to this
landscape of burning leaf piles
what have we wrought?

November 14, 2015

old life in boxes
when has the waning crescent
been this thin and sharp?

November 13, 2015

November 12, 2015

looking everywhere
for storm windows and finding
paper wasps instead

spring sun
the red faces of those
caught unprepared

November 11, 2015

every fallen stick
seems crooked as I look
for a straight one

November 10, 2015

one rainstorm later
and all I can think is how
I want the leaves back

November 09, 2015

all work forgotten
as the day’s first sunlight
bounces off the lake

November 08, 2015

beneath the willow
was a space I claimed as mine
until I met you

November 07, 2015

before wind and rakes
leaves still where they dropped
in bright circles

November 06, 2015

late night clouds
the stars move slowly away
from where we left them

November 05, 2015

all along the road
slowly ground down to flour
this year’s acorns

November 04, 2015

wondering why
we can’t just leave him alone
teenager’s lament

November 03, 2015

this evening's windfall —
as the temperature drops

you reach for my hand

November 02, 2015

November 01, 2015