November’s ending
But It sent a beaver moon
To get us out
With promises of light
It’s gotten cold and dark
And we are out with flashlights
Looking for ourselves
When maybe we should
only hope to find
Connections
To each other
Things should come in pairs
Like shoes
For symmetry reasons
And Redundancy
In case the left foot loses
Optimism
The right can kick things up
Powering through
Realms of quite silences
Or dips of energy
With the minimum
Required energy flow
Until restoration
Of full power and joy.
Writing with friends
If your own pen is undecided
Helps smooth the trajectory
On the floor of the ballroom
The words align
Sing to themselves
Sooth the listener
Dance in tandem.
Adversity can crash the spirit
not even words come out
and when they do
they walk with a limp.
But if they manage
to cross the long road
from me to you
why would you
not take them
and wrap them
with care
for me
because
they may be
the only gift
all year
