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A CONFLUENCE OF DAYS, WEEKS AND YEARS

by Jonathan Vold

Tuesday, November 1

November

We speak of beginnings and ends,
     of dawns and setting suns,
Yet we move from day to day,
     from rhyme to rhyme
Remembering hours and hours
     before our cognizance
And dreaming up new futures
     all the time.

We speak of taking time.
     November you’re the same
As an early dusk to close
     an autumn day:
I want more warmth from you,
     more flicker in your flame;
I miss the light of September
     and the youth of May.
 
We speak of tomorrow’s return
     to yesterdays; we dream
Of nothing less or more
     than what we know,
Imagining that spring
     is somewhere down the stream
Replenishing our current
     blessings’ flow.

We speak from where we are
           to where we want to be;
We want to be where we’ve
     already been.
November you’re the source
     of this endless reverie
And in your darkness
     We reset the scene.

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