Asleep in November

My fingers tensed a month ago

the dark inching forward at sinister speed

dying leaves distracting in all their wretched beauty

as warmth drifted away.

/

Did you think me so naive?

I remember the howl of Daylight Savers

as November 2nd came crashing in

mingling with the howl of the rushing wind

unhampered by deciduous green.

/

The neighbourhood dogs seemed to notice

little difference, leading blearing-eyed wanderers

over the last of the curled dead leaves.

I wonder whether the cold touches their bones

sending shivers into their core.

Are they built for this?

Am I?

/

Now we wait,

says the porch light, flickering on at 5pm.

Now we settle inside like bears in their den

and wait for the sun again.

/

What will make me ready?

The world will quiet and I will slumber

drifting peacefully into dreams.

We will breathe deeply together.

Until the earth tilts forward tomorrow.

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