Mark M. Redfearn
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Nov
30
Last night of the month—
high in a dying pine tree
an owl waits for prey.
Nov
29
Last days of autumn—
so tattered is the scarecrow,
it no longer scares.
Nov
28
Gusty autumn day—
only a few dozen leaves
still cling to the oak.
Nov
27
A crow keeps railing
against the failing daylight
as it heads for home.
Nov
26
November morning—
an old man walks through the park,
greeting all the dogs.
Nov
25
Bountiful harvest—
songs of thanks for fruits and grains
ripen on my tongue.
Nov
24
On Thanksgiving Eve
the last Canada geese flee
to a warmer place.
Nov
23
Cold November day—
I linger over coffee
and Sappho’s poems.
Nov
22
Two courtyard sparrows
squabble over crumbs of bread—
the white cat pounces.
Nov
21
the tea in my cup
diluted with morning light—
autumn solitude
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