poetry by j matthew waters

not a single one

november beckons differently
than all other lunar cycles
there are no lions or lambs
just sheer madness
whether it be for better or worse
or ‘til death do us part

there may be anniversaries
or birthdays or holidays
they take a back seat
to the reality of november
its unpredictability and certainty
of death and sex and taxes

not a single one is alike
varying by degrees immeasurable
even the moon knows not
what to do come november
either boasting pure beauty
or bashful like a hungry child

october two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
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6 thoughts on “not a single one

  1. That is so true. It’s never the same, except for the backdrop of color, that is.

  2. One of my least favorite months!

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