Tuesday, November 06, 2012


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


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