November 7: Barrens

Blueberry fields so red
I'd expect them to steam
in this cold rain.

November 6: At the hair salon

Oh, to be redone

amid white noise of dryers,

next chair's murmured gossip.

November 5: Tamaracks along Route 17

Golden tamaracks--
my grandmother taught me
a song about them.

November 4: Election Day

We walk to the polls.

In the river, ducks squawk.

No one's feeding them today.

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November 3: After the storm

A wonderfully energetic sense of community emerges when we're all toughing it out together, having literally weathered the storm. We've still got downed trees all over and power outages are expected to last for days, but for now, at least, we're finding things to be grateful for (like a car charger so I can post this on my iPad, while also enjoying the car heater).

 

Power's out all over.

Neighbors pause their shoveling

to laugh together.

 

And from last night, when the storm was raging (to undoubtedly be duplicated tonight, sans game):

 

Blackout tableau--

candles, oil lamp, glass of wine,

game on the radio.

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November 2: First snow

Wind whipping tree boughs
snow on perfect gold leaves
even the cat's anxious

November 1: Cozy

First snow forecast.

We watch horse races, football

with the heat turned up.

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