November

Winter is coming,
Habited juncos return—
Little grey nun-birds!

skat@2018

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Shadorma #35

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It’s so sad
when summer’s flowers
start to die;
stems straggle,
leaves turn brown and petals drop–
I could almost cry.

skat@2018

To Every Season

For Bill B:

Come summer, I long
For winter; in winter I
long once more for spring.
Come Autumn, I’m contented
But for everything dying.

Skat@2017