NOVEMBER AGAIN AGAIN
Gray, damp, sere, chill,
bare November days
here again this year.
Day after day
clouds down
around our ankles.
The quiet, meditative
beauty of these
muffled days.
Withdraw, return,
pull in,
to somewhere
inside
both house
and life.
— David Budbill
Autumn is the eternal corrective.
It is ripeness and color
and a time of maturity;
but it is also breadth, and depth, and distance.
~ Hal Borland
Love/Life Poems
