I had a beautiful conversation this morning and at one point my friend said, “These November things…” “Such a good title,” I said.

These November Things

The grey light beckoning,
gently murmuring with sunlight,
like a well known blanket rising.

Walking the astral mosaic,
the orange and the yellow, green, red
stars, shining on the footpath heading homeward.

The spaciousness of grace unfolding 
in thoughtful, feeling-ful, conversations 
with quiet and trust and heart.

The settling down and nestling in
that is within and also without—
a preparation time of slow steeping.

The thinness of distance between what is deepest felt
and the enticing questions arising upon 
meeting mystery and deciding to dance.

Kimberly M. King