how to know it’s november.

November 5, 2018

tucked in upper cabinets, candy.

on sidewalks, leaf tannins.

outside windows, orange.

in mugs, cider.

in the oven, muffins.

on the stove, soup.

at dinner, darkness.

piled on beds, blankets.

on the street, murmurs.

in conversation, tension.

in long lines, voters. 

on ballots, check marks.*

at home, bated breath.

in hearts, anticipation.

in throats, hearts. 

 

*if you haven’t voted yet, and you’re not sure where to start, there are lots of resources this way.

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12 Comments

  • Reply Heather November 5, 2018 at 2:16 pm

    I read this to my four-year-old daughter as a poem, for nap time today. 🙂

  • Reply Linds November 5, 2018 at 2:43 pm

    AH! The last three lines! I hear you and am with you! Thanks for this today.

  • Reply Tabitha November 5, 2018 at 2:44 pm

    So beautiful. Sending love your way this week. It’s a great month for a revolution!

  • Reply Alexandra November 5, 2018 at 3:22 pm

    The candy is definitely tucked in a cupboard 🙂
    It’s raining a cold consistent drizzle where I live today and I’ve got chili stewing that I can’t wait to dig into!

  • Reply steph November 5, 2018 at 10:13 pm

    mustard, orange, yellow forests. probably my favorite part of fall.
    i always get a sense of urgency around this time – only 2 months until a new year ! i took some time to think about what i really want to get done before the new year: https://tps-steph.blogspot.com/2018/11/0012-19-by-2019.html

  • Reply Jessica Large November 6, 2018 at 12:20 am

    If Donald Trump has done one thing for our country it’s getting people motivated to make their voices heard. I don’t think I’ve seen so much buzz about voting before this year.

  • Reply Toni November 6, 2018 at 10:46 am

    “at home, bated breath.

    in hearts, anticipation.

    in throats, hearts. ”

    I needed this this morning… my vote is in, and the soup is simmering on the stove 🙂 Thank you.

  • Reply Haley November 6, 2018 at 10:57 am

    What a beautiful poem! There is nothing I love more about fall than when the color of the leaves starts changing.

  • Reply Mickey November 7, 2018 at 11:57 am

    The poetry of mindfulness awaits every months.

    Thank you, Erin.

  • Reply Grace November 7, 2018 at 2:34 pm

    Beautifully written.

  • Reply Paula Jones November 8, 2018 at 10:38 am

    Just discovered your website and love it.

  • Reply Ingrid November 14, 2018 at 8:49 pm

    Lovely.

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