November

...carries the wilted weight of autumn in its broken beauty with fields of brown stalks, unharvested pumpkins that rest like mislaid dreams patient where they are November, detached from the moorings of green when golden leaves, sparse, cleave to skein branches to thwart the creep of cold the leaf brown baggage below curls at its edges like fickle affection and yet, the busy abundance of harvest foretell platters of gratitude Thanksgiving a mix of deliverance and charisma tangible like the elation of coming home month of nocturnal stabs of frost bring foliage to weeping L i s t e n L i s t e n to what murmurs beneath half frozen furrows fields that know what pushes through seasonal loss radical roots stored in darkness a spring-to-come growth thronged with voices that never lay far below the surface Poem written November 6th, 2022