November 18
The squirrels are up, they dash about.
I’m up as well – but don’t go out
to sit or walk. Why? I’ll explain.
It’s mid-November: Wind, and Rain.
Oh, I’ve been out in rain before.
And wind – that’s something I adore.
So why stay in? Because it’s cozy.
It’s good not every day is rosy.
At times we like a break from bright
to help us keep a sharper sight:
what seems opposed, like yang and yin,
or dark and light, are always in
a dance, connected. So I decide
this morning I’ll just sit inside.
My chair, my blanket and my tea
will let me ponder, cozily,
November’s contrasts: bluster, charm,
chilly outside, inside warm.
Photo at top: Wikimedia Commons photo.
Poem: Letting Go
Letting Go
A hard frost comes: the Solomon’s Seal
is changed from green to straw.
The yellow maple leaves, genteel,
obey November’s law.
Like bats or butterflies they flit,
but always down they come.
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