tornado watch —
we talk over the wind
until we can’t
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November 30, 2020
November 29, 2020
we lay corn stalks down
over the mud and walk on —
frost in the shadows
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 21, 2020
the fox looks back and
I feel my place in the world
fold in on itself
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