Long Days and Short Years

just trying to pay attention so I don't miss my life

November, where I live

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Crows call and announce

November’s arrival.

The wind blows in,

full of black wings, returning

-wind and wing alike-

as if they own the place.


We sniffle,


sneeze! as they stream overhead,

weary and embattled inside

and out

by waves of germ invaders,

armies released with every uncovered cough,

cough, cough, cough, cough…



huddle up bakers

and candlestick makers.

Firewood choppers

and hot chocolate chefs.

Christmas lights, ready,

blankets in hand,

now push back the cold

and the night.


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