November 30, 2020

tornado watch
we talk over the wind
until we can’t


November 29, 2020

we lay corn stalks down
over the mud and walk on
frost in the shadows


November 28, 2020

saturated flash
simultaneous startle
the bluebird’s piercing blue


November 27, 2020

our numbered dead
sitting here on my chest
the moon keeps rowing



November 26, 2020

the name of this land
before my people stole it —
Lenapehoking



November 25, 2020

more light at night
although the days grow darker —
waxing gibbous moon


November 24, 2020

Asia Foster
gone from this earth at 22
I cannot get warm


November 23, 2020

where our yards meet now
just a huge wheel of a stump
and so much more sun


November 22, 2020

wind stirs the woodsmoke 
as the dark clouds thicken
what are we making?


November 21, 2020

the fox looks back and
I feel my place in the world
fold in on itself


November 20, 2020

November morning
we watch the wind undo
all that leaf raking


November 19, 2020

dwindling crescent —
night-blooming nicotiana
open for one last drink


November 18, 2020

down amidst the leaves
rabbits reminding each other
frost will come again


November 17, 2020

seven crows regroup
around the neighbor’s chimney
we’re all seeking warmth


November 16, 2020

each day shorter
than the one before
I race the sun home


November 15, 2020

home all day
I share my water bottle
with the windowsill plant


November 14, 2020

tangle of uprooted vines
yellowing grass underneath
no clocks to turn back


November 13, 2020

nicotiana
white flowers even brighter
as the sun slips down


November 12, 2020

bare branches at last
in between bouts of raking
we touch wood for luck


November 11, 2020

cold night air
and the scent of pine needles
our gloved hands touch


November 10, 2020

the sound of acorns
falling into the leaves below
as the fog burns off


November 09, 2020

all the grandfathers
christened by grandbabies
who could say Pop-Pop


November 08, 2020

at the forest’s edge
a flock of wild turkeys
trading escape tips


November 07, 2020

Northern harrier
banking hard to double back
over our gasps


November 06, 2020

November morning
wide open blue sky a prize
after all that fog


November 05, 2020

the sound of sirens
before we smell the smoke
too-early dusk


November 04, 2020

trees standing around
to watch me run the table
I line up the moon


November 03, 2020

laptop cooling fans
putting in for overtime
Election Night


November 02, 2020

the way the sunlight
finds its way through the trees
November dawn


November 01, 2020

a good soaking rain
and a story worth telling
I come home to you