These are November Days,
Gray skies, unsettled weather, unsettled memories.
November skies are filled with longing,
longing for another place,
for the lost past,
for families and for love.
I feel that longing like a skein of wild geese honking out their cries
as they wing across the skies.
I feel that restlessness
and wonder where my wings are
and why I cannot fly.
The memories of passing years float up like clouds from the deep,
and I remember laughter, and a warm kitchen and standing with my Nana
While she stirred white pepper into smooth brown gravy in her farm kitchen
at Thanksgiving Time.
November days are wild days of longing and families and love.
~kathie adams brown (November 27, 2013)