Ahh November, something tells me were not in summer any more Toto. The weather is surprisingly fair for the end of the 2nd week of November. Cool but not cold. Wet but not soaking.I visited Lake Tamarack The trees stripped bare by rain and wind Sway as one to an unheard primordial chant. It was beautiful. I finally after 2 weeks have no pain from the shingles. A new poem is hanging off the tip of my brain, not quite ready for words. So, here is an unpublished oldie

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Skate the Skies of November

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Smoke of home grown fires

Tease the nose

Memories of winters past

My cloak of warmth

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From trees balding crown to

Cattails cold dry husks

Laughter is carried

In my heart

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No course is set for my

Thoughts

Side slip, duck and turn

Skim the evenings frosting

Dew

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Racing the wind

I

Skate the skies

of November

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ccd rev. 2010