Sunday, November 03, 2013


Photo by S. Auberle

This first appeared in Crow Ink...


There is always that last day,
the one you never want to see
and yet what is more perfect?
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 branch to leaf,
a day of the last chorus
of swans in the bay.
Today last leaves are letting go,
tumbling down
to the beckoning earth.
Today is the day
I watch a sleek mink
trotting into the forest
fur     gleaming     dark     wet
a fish in its mouth
wriggling in the ecstasy
of November’s little deaths.


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