Numinous November...
a new month A new month, the calendar says. And I leave behind the turbulent memories & emotions of October, step carefully into November, pausing at the brink to scan the road ahead for potholes and pitfalls, realizing all the while that I cannot know what lies in wait around that distant turn, hoping only that the roads I have taken thus far have prepared me well. And perhaps what lurks ahead, beyond the hills and valleys I can see is joyful surprise- the gift and grace of laughter, the wonder of delight. A new month- welcome November. I wrote this poem five years ago, a year when October had been especially difficult for me, as I recalled the death of my first husband, my bout with breast cancer, and the birthday of my dad who had died years earlier but whom I still dearly missed. As a child, I had loved autumn, but for many of my adult years, autumn had become a season which, though I continued to revel in nature's colors and the feel of the air, ...