Friday, November 14, 2014

November Ends











November Ends

in a time of rotting brown mushrooms
a musty, under-the-fallen-leaf time
a time for compost, Constant Comment tea
and nutmeg anticipation.

Crime and Punishment lays open on her lap
pages flip like a moth in a smoky russet breeze
while corn stalks snap under the crow’s
polished purple-black weight.

This is the time for fence mending:
to repair or replace sister rails,
leaning posts in concrete footings,
pry, brace, plumb, tighten the turnbuckle

on sagging gates, this is the time
when snarls of fox fur clump on barbed-wire fences
and snow geese etch against a tarragon sky

while milk pods explode into millions of beginnings.

(Honorable Mention in Oregon Poetry Association contest--2014)



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