November song

Late November hues 
blacken branches

dripping muffled sighs

bemoaning late apologies

for twice-fold dimming flight

Then a moment, a reprieve

suddenly brought to light 

catch a slanting sun
a flash -- a slant
waves strum ultra violet song

Circles Turned - welded sculpture

Reflect

Having made her mysterious presence

She

the Ice Goddess

pushes me daily

 to her watery shore

where cumulus reflections ripple

 with atmospheric breadth

recalling back ... rings of laughter 

    those swallow fledglings

 in July's playful flight

...coming now... 

to feel

 this moment's own

 grey winter specked sight.

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