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.