November

Centauri
NOVEMBER

The chill follows the wild dance

there's nothing to keep it away

for we've burned up our moods

in a frenzy of fitful delight,

leaving the joy to shift about

and collect where the wind is stopped.

We see deep into the wrinkled forest

and discover the land

this unknown land, scarred and quiet

without the insects, leaves, or warmth

opening into areas never noticed

flowing out from hiding

sagging here and there into paths

the folds of its ancient self.

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I was a social studies teacher for thirty years in a middle school. I also was a freelance writer during that time and have published articles, short stories, poems and a novel for young adults, "On a Dista...  View profile

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