Perfect end-October evening
passing whisps in clouds under
a spot hot moon full of it's own November wishes
My feet are cold~frigid with tomorrow's thoughts
long before today is resting
I am trapped by distraction
unable to sit still; afraid to go and do
Betrothed to impatience; married to restlessness
pregnant with fuss; nursing dismay
my prayers escape like bright fleck sparks
from the wood fire my neighbors are burning
in warmth and clarity
