November

 

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Inside we hear howling,  

and close curtains 

to muffle sounds.  

We turn up heat  

to comfort sleep, so  

miss the midnight frolic 

of wind stripping trees  

and landscaping yards. 

 

Rusty leaves plunge  

to the newly mowed lawn 

and for a minute  

the green world is gone. 

But wind scurries through  

them puppy-like; 

she only plucked them  

to play in the dark night. 

 

She leaves them piled  

along walkways, under bushes,  

and in flowerbeds, 

so morning discovers  

green velvet quilts  

embroidered 

with orange brown floss  

slick from chilly dew. 

 

earthweal weekly challenge: KEEP IT GREEN

 

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