ice-glazed puddles
repeating the dawn's report —
red to pink to blue
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November 30, 2022
November 29, 2022
secret ingredient —
alongside the butternut
I roast an apple
November 28, 2022
thinking of doorways
I stood on the threshold of
before turning back
November 27, 2022
cold water dripping
as we lift them up and out —
stowing the boats
November 26, 2022
we find Jupiter
and then turn to find Mars, too —
too cold to linger
November 25, 2022
windshield ice —
for a few morning minutes
it's all I can see
November 24, 2022
slowly waking up
the rest of the family —
pumpkin pie scent
November 23, 2022
when he returns home
every space we held open
purrs with contentment
November 22, 2022
my kind of air show —
four swans in tight formation
so close we heard wings
November 21, 2022
pink fading to blue
before it goes fully black —
another trans sky
November 20, 2022
they took his gun but
not before he took five lives —
dance like there's no…
November 19, 2022
grass limned with frost —
I listen for the sound
of no mosquitos
November 18, 2022
once the bees have gone
the moths swing by for a turn —
clover in the moonlight
November 17, 2022
snow-scented air
as the days grow shorter —
waiting on juncos
November 16, 2022
thin streams of cold air
snaking around my ankles —
frost in the forecast
November 15, 2022
mid-November storm —
each of our drainpipes
racing the others
November 14, 2022
wingbeats in time
with my startled heart —
meeting by surprise
November 13, 2022
a sudden wind
flings fallen leaves skyward —
our friends share their news
November 12, 2022
another hot flash
and I'm up before the light —
trees for company
November 11, 2022
not touching the ground
felt something like flying —
those early bike rides
November 10, 2022
brisk morning walk —
toes happy at the thought of
kicking through ginkgo leaves
November 09, 2022
before they start
pretending to be someone else —
mockingbirds' first notes
November 08, 2022
changing my vote —
one crisp fall day puts autumn
back on top
November 07, 2022
one more night
of getting in our own way —
blood red eclipse
November 06, 2022
learning to hush
when wrens have something to say —
rivulets of song
November 05, 2022
knowing a home run
by the sound of the crowd —
post-season
November 04, 2022
we should have told him
to walk towards the setting sun —
giving directions
November 03, 2022
late afternoon sun
poured out over the fields —
not a drop wasted
November 02, 2022
picking paint colors —
all day long we talk
about purples
November 01, 2022
evening grosbeaks
working their way south —
nights getting cooler