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,

snuffle,

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…

*

So

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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