NOVEMBER

Photo by S. Auberle
(taken through moving car window)

There is always that last day,

the one you never want to see

and yet, what is lovlier?

This is the day before the day

when November settles in.

This is the day out in the woods

when last silver moths

are winging from moss to leaf,

the day of the last chorus

of swans in the bay.

Today ladybugs are making

their small journeys,

today last leaves are letting go,

tumbling down to the beckoning earth.

This is the amazing day

I watch a proud mink

trotting into the forest,

fur gleaming   dark     wet,

a fish in its mouth

wriggling in the ecstasy

of November's little deaths.

 

~  mimi

 

(first published in Crow Ink, 2009, Little Eagle press)