{"id":12897,"date":"2014-11-15T09:20:34","date_gmt":"2014-11-15T14:20:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/allin\/?p=12897"},"modified":"2014-11-15T12:07:16","modified_gmt":"2014-11-15T17:07:16","slug":"november-light","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/allin\/2014\/11\/15\/november-light\/","title":{"rendered":"November light"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Photo: Joseph Gruber<\/a>, Creative Commons, some rights reserved<\/p><\/div>\n

Two years ago I had this idea that each month of the year shone with its own unique quality of light, and that I should write a twelve-poem cycle that would capture those qualities. Until yesterday, I had managed to write one–for August<\/a>. But now there are just ten left. I figure I’ll be ready for press by 2020.<\/p>\n

November is pretty tough–dark, wet, cold, stingy. But there are a few moments that can help you last out the coming winter.<\/p>\n

November Light<\/strong><\/p>\n

The last sweet day of November
\ncomes after days of gloom and rain
\nwhile you are still in mourning for the fallen leaves,
\nresigned to coming cold and endless dark.<\/p>\n

It comes after a frosty night has filtered the wind
\nand dry leaves crunch underfoot to add
\ntheir tannic tang to the odor of the air.
\nIt comes sultry, in the 60s, and dazzlingly bright.<\/p>\n

One last day. The sky holds blue to the horizon
\nexcept for a scribble of cumulus clouds,
\nsome drawn long by mid-altitude winds,
\nsome stacked serenely into stiller upper air.<\/p>\n

Such a glory of blue and white that the eyes rise
\nsquinting up from the dull brown and gray surround
\ndespite themselves. How could they not?
\nA sane man would take the day off from work.<\/p>\n

But these few moments will have to do.
\nNovember is a parsimonious month.
\nIt was only luck that there was even this,
\nand just your usual luck to have it be a weekday.<\/p>\n

Still, days later, you remember that brief warmth
\non your face like the blush of love, and you taste
\nagain that last sip of brightness, precious now
\nas the flash of a cardinal\u2019s wing amid twilight cedars.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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