November
Even the sky
is naked
now, brisk air
having finally
chased off
the clouds.
Trees sway
in the backyard,
wind pushes
my collar up
as yellow-brown
tornadoes
tear across
the lawn
in a dance
that can only
be done
when all else
has been stripped
away ---
like just before
our lips touch,
or just after.
- Irene Latham
I love November. So it should come as no surprise that of all the poems I've written, this is one of my most favorite.
"It takes courage to grow up and beocme who you really are."
- e.e. cummings
What a lovely way to start November.And, I love the Cummings quote.
ReplyDeleteOh wow. What a beautiful poem. And that last sentence, the before and after--!!
ReplyDeleteThank you!
Great poem! I can see why it is one of your favs.
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