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november
the morning was so cold
everything was frozen
the dahlia leaves
the sweet potatoe vine
all the annuals i nurtured
my heart broke just a little bit
the sadness of losing what i love
the bees are gone
the butterflies
the goldfinch
i knew winter would come
the bareness of trees
the gray days
everything that awaits spring
the daffodils will reappear
the crocus
but winter is here
i reach inside to find the light
the short days
the long nights
of clear
star laden skies
it happens every year
all the goodbyes
and i linger here
in wait of the stark of winter
the world feels a chilled kind of holy
a candle flickering
a frosty window pane
ice crystals shimmer like glitter
but life is not the same
i gaze outside myself
the loneliness of midwinter is edging near