Do it.
Or don’t.
November is for testing.
For moving slow blood.
For leaving just enough
Exposed to gather sun.

Now we know
The sickness of enclosure.
Silhouettes shift,
But there is no less
To love —
Only fewer who will
Love it.

Dry cattails
Tell secrets,
Say we are the northern
And the southern ends
Of the passage.
She throws around
Browns and grays,
Silver and gold —
Preparing for
Winter visitors.

And we stay.

And we stray
Yearlong beyond
Boundaries of convention.

And it is a time
For testing.
And it is a time
To discard the habitual.
And it is a time
For collecting this warmth
And directing it inward,

That we might meet
The dangerous crowd
And not falter.


About Emily

I may or may not have: A. Dirt B. Ink C. Paint D. Wool under my fingernails.

One response to “Acclimating”

  1. brian miller says :

    on these cold months we take what we can get…a day of sun is a blessing and we soak up what we cant for the next day which will chill our marrow…and press on to the promise spring is coming still, just over the horizon…smiles.

    hope you are having a good weekend.

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