Lately I see
metaphors everywhere
in discontented November

with all the leaves down
like so many president’s men
layered after heavy rains,

stone-spoken vows
throat-caught, boughs broken,
promised light to remind us

that as with most metaphors
it always seems darkest
just before dawn

#2 of 30 Poems in November to benefit the Center for New Americans. Today’s theme (remember my kids made our themes for this month!) is AUTUMN LEAVES. I’ve also used Angie’s word list in the Imaginary Garden: GET LISTED