Hello, November

This coffee looks like it’s in jail. WHAT DID YOU DO, COFFEE?

Hi Friends.

I’m traveling, so today’s post is a shortie. I’m cutting right to the good words, saying goodbye to a personally swell (and globally hellish) October, and welcoming November, the month of browns and oranges.

Enjoy Maggie Dietz’s poem, which hit me in all 5 senses, with your next pumpkin spice latte.

November
BY MAGGIE DIETZ

Show’s over, folks. And didn’t October do
A bang-up job? Crisp breezes, full-throated cries
Of migrating geese, low-floating coral moon.

Nothing left but fool’s gold in the trees.
Did I love it enough, the full-throttle foliage,
While it lasted? Was I dazzled? The bees

Have up and quit their last-ditch flights of forage
And gone to shiver in their winter clusters.
Field mice hit the barns, big squirrels gorge

On busted chestnuts. A sky like hardened plaster
Hovers. The pasty river, its next of kin,
Coughs up reed grass fat as feather dusters.

Even the swarms of kids have given in
To winter’s big excuse, boxed-in allure:
TVs ricochet light behind pulled curtains.

The days throw up a closed sign around four.
The hapless customer who’d wanted something
Arrives to find lights out, a bolted door.

Copyright Credit: Maggie Dietz, “November” from That Kind of Happy.  Copyright © 2016 by The University of Chicago.  

I no longer have my beloved sunglasses (lost), shoes (worn out), pants (donated), or shirt (threadbare), but I do have this terrific photo in a pumpkin patch somewhere in Connecticut. Lose some, win some.

Wishing you an easy Daylight Ending Time, election week, and Halloween candy hangover - see you mid month with some treats!

K