Something to look forward to North of the Border
It’s days like this
you can almost imagine
the New England version
of Mother Nature having a heart
The sun, almost low enough
to look you straight in the eye
a straggling army of leaves
in khaki, holding on to what’s left
of the apple tree, for one last parade,
under a blue sky,
and tempered breeze,
a whisper of the memory of warmth.
November is having a hot flash.