I think end of the month poetry is going to be a thing from now on! All the better if it can be conjured from things I’ve shared on Notes or little snippets that have lingered in my mind over the course of said month. So here’s…

NOVEMBER

November, you’re a kaleidoscope

ablaze with red, amber, golden hues,

bejeweled confetti your parting gift.

Fall a misnomer when it’s a rise

to rebuild, to renew, your burnt edges

just a sign of the fire in your veins.

I would say yes again and again

in every season, in every lifetime

I’ll stand with you, spark to my kindling.

We won’t fear the dark days, the

early twilight fertile ground for dreams

of love, becoming, everything alight.