Thoughts on an Ice Cold Blue November Morning


Upon a bitter and beautiful November
So cold the snow grumbles under your feet
Dogs and kids create zig-zaggy patterns
As Adultings tread a practical path
Some leaves still shiver and cling to home
Others lay fallen and homeless in footprints
Huddled together or lonely
All waiting for Winter’s next snug blanket
Above the sky is all sharp icy blue
So sharp it slices your eyes wide open
Upon this bitter and beautiful November
No amount of grumbling could ever remove its sheen

– Ron – Ottawa, Ontario – Nov. 22, 2018