Poems for November

When life gets busy and overwhelming, I start looking for poems, which forces me to notice things and find words to capture them and today I found this:

Saturday’s frost still
crouches in shadowy
crevices, determined
to win the daily game
of hide-and-seek
with the sun.
Today is Tuesday.

And then I found this:

In a fading blue sky
flocked with geese flying south
a single goose
breaks rank,
goes east
alone.
I wonder why.

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