days are short enough
anyway but surely there is nothing shorter
than an early winter day
November 11th
in front of the fireplace
I fall asleep and dream of snow
that will come upon me
November 10
skin dried, lips chapped,
nose red, knuckles hurt, hair cold,
frost crawls under the clothes
November 9th
winter pleasure –
wrapped in a quilt, watching
a lazy cat sleep
November 8th
gracious, yellow, orange,
gliding on the water as if
on a polished mirror
November 7th
first day of winter –
sunshine, slight wind, crickets sing –
Indian summer…
October 29th
all the trees,
all the plants – all their leaves
bear withered tips
