November hallelujah:

(When the light reached their branches it felt like the trees began to sing.)

No wonder

Matisse used red so freely.

Something exotic

about the moon tonight, and the first intimations

of snow.

Everyone was drinking coffee

in the living room, but I was caught by the empty table and memories of our laughter.

Brilliant light:

 Come back.

Coming into the week

with an open heart.

Lovely and unexpected

as a windless day in November.

Last colors,

scattered like confetti after a party, brightening the end of the day.

The view through my windshield

(If you live in the Northwest you learn to love a smeared world.) 

I lit the candles in the rain

and she came outside to see what I had gathered and to say a prayer for our lost loves.