Out the Window 11/30

The sky-sea

surges

wind-waves

breaking

against

the indigo

horizon-shore

 

November Between

 

Everything

is slumping

dried up

and decaying

The weather

caught

in a strange loop

of cold

then mild

The bare ground

still green

but every tree

is bare

and the shadows

are long

in the rosy twilight

simmering

to early

evening

Love letters

Autumn's

love letters

are scarlet

not hearts

but hands

once open

to the sun's rays

now curled

to accept

the first snows