Death walks with me
but there is no scythe.
For some it's sudden, done.
For others, no swift
taking, but a slow
evaporation, a stiffening,
a brittleness, a steady
sloughing of the self.This rain is heavy, loud.
Fallen leaves turn black
and slimy, sink into mud,
slide on pavement. The moon
is invisible, but cold. This
is not a freshening rain.
This is autumn's rain.
This is winter's rain.
Nov. 13, 1:17 a.m. EST — Full Beaver Moon. Time to set beaver traps
before the swamps freeze to ensure a supply of warm winter furs. Another
interpretation suggests that the name Beaver Full Moon come from the fact that
the beavers are now active in their preparation for winter. Also called the
Frosty Moon.
Gah. I thought I liked fall, but just this minute I'm actually glad I live in California ;-)
Posted by: Kevin G. | 14 November 2008 at 10:55 AM
Heh. This must have communicated the feeling, then?
Posted by: SB | 20 November 2008 at 11:27 AM