November 26

Sunday Sounds

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The game is on in the background

The woodstove clicks warming the home

Soft padding as the kitty roams

Dominoes clatter marking next round

Loved ones chatter, glasses clinking

A great Sunday to my thinking.

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(A Spanish Sestet or Sextilla)

November 23

Winterizing

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So clever are these furry squirrels

Tails twitch, swirl, gathering food

So rude, around branches they twirl

Hurling leaves, nuts from altitude

Barking with attitude, spunky

Chunky things, feeder invaders

Compost raiders, birdseed junkies

Charm school flunkies, hawk evaders.

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(A Wreathed Octave)

November 21

Taxodium distichum

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You think it’s dead but instead it’s going dormant

In summer scenes it looks evergreen, so tricky

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Not a Christmas tree you see it’s deciduous

In winter’s glare it’s completely bare of needles

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Unlike other trees it sends up knees for breathing

Found in swampy spots and parking lots it adapts

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Round top is skyward bound, leaves cover ground gently

Bumper lode of spherical cones explode softly

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A tree is waters dark and large parks, majestic

A tree of mystery and beauty, Bald Cypress

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November 20

Traditions

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Holidays roll around

Anticipated but always more quickly

Than you thought, and with them

Come an avalanche of rituals, customs, stories.

What is your tradition?

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In all the chaos and stress

And all of the change-up of daily routine

What we do the same each year calms us in the chaos.

My calm is making cranberry orange bread from scratch

Hand chopping, hand mixing, warm and heart warming.

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(A Sonnetina Cinque)

November 17

Autumn Snowfall

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An autumn snowstorm has all the allure

Burgundy and golden leaves fall

With the unique snowflakes

A surprising

Artwork

Berserk

Mesmerizing

Looks like nature’s mistake

Colors mixed with no color at all

A collection of all nature’s grandeur

Consistently proving she’s not a bore

She just can’t help but to enthrall

Puts all the time she takes

Slowly devising

Field work

Fireworks

Emphasizing

The seasonal outbreaks

Bright sun, fall leaves, gray rains, snow squalls

An autumn snowstorm has all the allure.

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(The Balance)

November 12

“The woods is shining this morning

Red, gold and green, the leaves

Lie on the ground, or fall

Or hang full of light in the air still.”

~ from “Grace” by Wendell Berry

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The woods is shining this morning

A little bit less from above

A little bit more from below

First hard frost causing the inversion

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Red, gold, and green the leaves

Have finally fallen carpeting

The lawn and last year’s leaves

The gold standing out, gleaming

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Lie on the ground, or fall

Into the soft piles of leaves

Surrounded by colors, engulfed

By the scent of transition

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Or hang full of light in the air still

From branches you’ve climbed to see

The leaves from afar, like you could

When they clung to the canopy

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(A Glosa Poem) inspired by

Grace” by Wendell Berry