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November 21

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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

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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 19

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Decisions

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Two roads diverged in a wintery wood

They will converge again with different tales

One trail to the creek, one between hardwoods

One should keep your feet dry, boulders to scale

Other entails wet rocks hops and strong deadwood

Each would be a challenge, now to pick a trail

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(A Wreathed Sestet with a nod to Robert Frost)

November 18

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Tsuga canadensis

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Where there is now a nascent hemlock stand

A grand hemlock of many years once stood

Should you want to know the story of the land

Stumps are shorthand for rains and winds withstood

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(A Wreathed Quatrain)

November 17

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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 16

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Pause

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On my morning commute

I stopped at the sign

Fleeting moments captured

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Just like every damn day

But today was different

Translucent, transcendent

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Just like every damn day

The sky was bright, so was the sign

Seconds stalled to permanence

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As the frost slipped down

Revealing alarming red

Temporary forever

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(A Line Messaging Poem)

November 15

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Snowbirds

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Tracks in the snow let me know where you go

Gray squirrels run in circles throughout the woods

Near feeders the three-toed hops of junco

Woodpeckers pace up and down the ironwoods

Follow the heart-shaped tracks of buck and doe

We’re all leaving tracks through the neighborhood

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(A Sicilian Sestet)

November 13

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Like the pine needles

Quieting every footstep

On the asphalt path

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A long walk outside

Quiets the noise in my mind

In only moments

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Needled evergreens

Buffer the sounds of the road

The park is peaceful

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Gone from the office

Far from the water cooler

And daily grumbles

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A needed lunchtime escape

Prepared for the afternoon

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(A Haiku Sonnet)

November 12

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“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