Catherine Chandler's Poetry Blog

Wednesday, November 6, 2013


"Orange Wood" 
 Image courtesy of Evgeni Dinev at Free Digital


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 (United Kingdom)

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