What To Do About November

When the last brittle maple leaves

still holding strong shiver

in the face of Snow Sky, it’s time

to bring in porch furniture, sturdy

gutters, add a quilt to the bed.

Blink your tears, buck up

and move forward, remembering

always comes a day when frosted limbs

warm like a cat napping in raxiera,

when all the cold and distant falls away.

#8 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans.