This November
I want to be a wild field
feeling into my bones
the surge of autumn,
surrendering and letting it all
fall down into the ground
to be cradled in darkness,
to know the meaning of long rest
and unperturbed sleep.
This November I want to go
deep down into my roots
to be acquainted again
with the nature of my being,
the stranger’s face, which is my face,
the face that I once loved
and must learn to love again.
This November I will let the summer wine
brew deep in my veins
with the warmth of its sun,
I will let my dreams
carry me over to the other plain
where spring arrives
with new wildflowers and fruits
and a renewed thirst for life
taking me to the edge of all that I am.
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Rooted in Love 
What a beautiful dreamy sleepy poem. I just love how everything sinks down and roots and soaks in and rests to replenish and renew. A very visceral pleasant poem.
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I’m glad I was able to convey that, the downward, inward motion that life seems to take in autumn, the shutting down which is really an opening to an internal, pre-rational world, a surrender to rhythms that carry one beyond himself, to a re-acquaintance with a larger self that life seems to take with each renewal. I’m glad my poem resonated.
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You made it seem effortless. It comes across exactly how you intended. I’m honored to read your poetry.
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