To freshen it up for today, I am experimenting with creating images on picmonkey. It's fun! And frustrating. I'm learning. Happy November!
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
Lovely!
ReplyDeleteI love this poem, Irene.
ReplyDelete