A change in the forecast

Closing in on December

Even though you can’t see
the fifteen degrees
that tromped out of the woods
yesterday with as many
miles of winds each hour,
their departure left today
hunched over,
knocked into
a new category
where shoulders
that once opened
to warmth and the smell
of dry leaves baking
turn heavy,
and the cheeks that got
warm from chasing
a ball and the last minutes of sun
turn a cooler shade of red,
bracing as they must
against scarier air —
a day only minutes shorter
than yesterday
but one that warns
instead of inviting,
“Go in. Please.
Leave me alone.”

What was your weather like today? How did it affect your mood?

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After casting aside my poetry hat for far too long, my NaBloPoMo plan is to write a poem — and to take and post a photo — every day in November, spending less than half an hour on both. The hope is to drill down, to focus, to look for and create beauty.

Day 1: Eleven One

Day 2: Shoreline

Day 3: Damage

Day 4: On Parenting and Sunrises

Day 5: When will we?

Day 6: Voting Line

Day 7: What I want my children to learn from me

Day 8: Haiku

Day 9: Reminders

Day 10: Routine

Day 11: Lux Esto, in moderation

Day 12: Family Photo Shoot at (nearly) 4o