November on Parade!
by Michael Escoubas

The sun rises splaying the sky
in layers of purple, pink and gray.

The atmosphere sports a fresh chill,
one not felt during a warmer-than-usual October.

Fingers of air press against my skin.
Breathing deeply, I relish

subtle seasonal transformations
that mirror the way life is. Soon enough,

winter’s deeper chill: its snowy blankets,
its icy blizzards, its commentary on death,

will stir my spirit to think more deeply about
the meaning of it all. For now, I am content

wrapped in November’s benevolence:
compassionate hints of grace, ensconced

in soft colorations, winking through tree-tops,
as if Nature walks with me, we two, together …

one hand twined within the other, this enchanting
moment on parade … November’s annual gift.



 

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