November 30: Wood-stoves are lit

Neighbor's chimney-top glows

under the Big Dipper--

thoughts for a poem.

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November 29: Make a wish

Field of milkweed--

wishing on each drifting seed

for the Monarchs' return.

 

 

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November 28: The Goldfinch, that lovely muted winter plumage version

Spray of goldfinches

in the garden gone to seed--

pondering middle age.

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November 27: Beech Hill

Along the trail up--

sharing fragrant bayberries

with an amazed child.

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November 26: Thanksgiving Day

Before the family feast

I beat a nine-year-old

at the Game of Life.

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November 25: Frost Moon

Wearing a sleep mask

to keep out the moon--

feeling my age tonight.

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November 24: Almost full

Never satisfied--
this moon slowly climbing up
the cold mountainside.

November 23: First snow

Winter's first snowfall--

cardinal melts a red streak

through the cold morning.

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November 22: Driving home from Vermont

Several hawks in trees,
road-killed deer off 89--
this world's dangerous.

November 21: Night out with old friends

Moon a frosty blur

we stop and notice

before we share hot sake.

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November 20: Camel's Hump

Camel's Hump is the second highest mountain in Vermont's Green Mountains, and its peak has a unique shape visible over many miles and familiar at first glance after many months or years.

 

Beyond parking lot,

highway buzz, traffic lights,

Camel's Hump simply is.

 

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November 19: As I drive to Vermont

Flock of turkeys

gleaning in the cornfield

a week before Thanksgiving.

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November 18: Moon over Rockland

Moon reflection, high window.

Down here below: me

and my pizza.

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November 17: Job training

My new co-worker tells me

three deer live in the woods

around our office.

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November 16: White as a gull's sunlit belly

In the right light

backdrop of clouds, gull in flight

makes me think angel.

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November 15: Safe

I escape in a book,

the cat's in a box:

ways we make ourselves safe.

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November 14: After the terrorist attacks in Paris

Un vent froid du nord.
Je pense aux trottoirs de Paris
entasses avec des fleurs.

November 13: Meteorologist at Pecha Kucha

On the weather map--

El Nino's colors and swirls,

work of an artist.

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November 12: Driving home in fog

Sweep of the airport light

all bright then all dark

late night conversation

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November 11: At the gym

In the gym mirror

all of us sweating, trying

to be better selves.

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November 10: And he's smiling about it

Up to his neck in leaves

Buddha of the garden

waits for snowfall.

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November 9: Open to winter

cold as the new moon

I write about Snowy Owls

wish it were that easy

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November 8: Sunday afternoon, autumn leaves

Crow a black arrow

shot from the oak tree.

I think, Umber, sienna.

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November 7: Heat

Cat moves through the house

from one vent to another

communing with heat.

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November 6: Falling leaves

Small brown bodies of leaves

fling themselves at my car,

make me flinch.

 

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November 5: Owl visitor

Camden village green--

a dozen raucous crows mobbing

one calm Barred Owl.

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November 4: Good hair day

at the hair salon

hearing Disney princess chatter

I too transformed

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November 3: Sidewalks

How nicely the fallen leaves
cover the dog shit
on the sidewalks.

November 2: Day of the Dead

Through gilded leaves

crow flies with stolen bread--

the way our souls seek solace.

 

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November 1: Birding in Portland

A stretch of woods below Portland's Western Prom used to shelter a significant number of homeless people. When we birded in that area, we would come across makeshift shelters, piles of clothes, and other heart-breaking signs that people were living there. Now many of the trees have been cut down, opening up the woods: it's no longer good bird habitat, but more importantly, it's no longer good shelter for those humans who needed it. It's not like those who stayed there vanished into thin air when the woods were cleared. As the calendar turns to chilly November, where have they found shelter?

city trees cut down--
sadder to think the homeless
have lost even this