Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Sunday, November 26, 2023

First Snow


November's first snow
is soft as warm Pandesal.
Such a sight makes the thorns sleep
as if they had died.

The neighbor's young dog
wears a pink coat and throws her toy
in the flake-filled air. She is a saint
sent to remind me of rivers.

I was in love once, many times.
Seasons arrive with suitcases
holding one beautiful thing and eleven goodbyes.
I am a vase, falling. The earth receives it all. 

Tuesday, November 21, 2023

Dear November


Dear November,
It's mad easy to become lost.
You are so cold and distant, part of me is begging,
the rest of me a raised fist, cocked.
Everything inside me is in rivulets down a window
and it's moving,
dear November,
like a scared hare in the stalky brown fields. 

Dear November,
I think I married you once, had your child,
or came to your funeral every year wearing heartbroken black.
I was your dove, dear November,
and your crow.

Dear November,
I need to know that you remember me beautiful,
even if I turned dry as a page,
stale as a bowl of potpourri in a haunted house.
I am crying now, dear November
and December's smile mocks us both,

Cher Novembre,
mon triste bien-aime.*


*Dear November, my sad beloved

for Dverse Poetics for the love of letters.