November - A Poem by Sharon Auberle
By Sharon Auberle
Nov 1, 2010 - 4:05:08 AM
There is always that last day,
the one you never want to see
and yet what is more beautiful?
This is the day before the day
when November settles in.
This is the day out in the woods
when last silver moths
are winging from moss to leaf,
the day of the last chorus
of swans in the bay.
Today the ladybugs,
awakened by brief sunlight,
are making their small journeys,
today last leaves are letting go,
tumbling down to the beckoning earth.
This is the day I find that hidden shelf
of rock over tossing water, hard couch
of longing for days of summers past.
This is the amazing day
I watch a proud mink
trotting into the forest
gleaming dark wet
a fish in its mouth
wriggling in the ecstasy
of November's little deaths.
Poem and photo © Copyright 2007 Sharon Auberle, Crow Ink
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