November

Caesura

 

Between the last triumphant note of fall,

when maples, marigolds and pumpkins vie

for orange jurisdiction, and the rime-

embellished month of Christmas, there he is,

November, stark, severe, demanding all

imagination can afford: a lie

might do the trick; an epic, if there’s time.

Anything to fill that void of his.



by Catherine Chandler (first published in Candelabrum (Scotland), CPM Vol 12, #6, October 2007), reproduced in Lines of Flight.