Oh, goodness. I am exhausted tonight. Here’s a placeholder poem. One of my rules is that the poems don’t have to be polished. I go into the month knowing, especially in November, that I will have some evenings when I struggle to function, and can only publish a little bit of fluff.

How the Day Closes In
by Beth Weaver-Kreider

my brain is fogged in
caught in the mists
not even the foghorn
not even the lighthouse
not even the grim shadows
can guide me tonight
my ship is enharbored
for the foreseeable future

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Gratitude List:
1. Cats who want to be next to me
2. Thanksgiving Break is coming up
3. A brisk after-dinner walk
4. Salmon patties
5. The satisfaction of a good stretch
May we walk in Beauty!