seasoning 1

(.november is waking


in the crisps   of cold weather ,brisk


with its crystal blanket


           .the same blanket


           that october sleeps


           in ,to              slip straight through


                                the soil


           into its next year)




           .this is where i want to begin


           ,at the start of something  .i hear


           it’s the best place of all


           to commence stories ,while things are ending


           and things are being




                                 as well