Wednesday, November 16, 2022

Now the nights grow chilly


When the kids move out and your man dies 

and the best friends get cancer or move to Arizona,  


the rooms in your house look dried out, roped off

like those rooms in a history museum 


because you just can't remember what you said 

or did in places where things will never be like that again.  


So you make pumpkin bread now and that makes you

smile back

at your Jack O Lantern‘s wicked grin.  


Outside the window a maple tree drops 

bits of gold across the yard, there’s a scent of wood 

burning in the fog & you feel the earth turning its back

On the sun, all the long, bright days

no more. 


Autumn still beautiful as before but

the nights now too chilly

so you go to bed with the candle burning 

just to keep Jack smiling at you

all through the night.

 



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