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November 14. 2018
November Trees
Our summer bodies
are more porous
and we bud and blossom
without restraint.
November comes
and we pine for snow
like a sleepy child
waiting to be carried to bed.
We dream of ancient, foreign
baobab trees,
our trunks storing water
for the coming drought,
our limbs gathering air.
Waking to morning chimes
we watch our leaves falling.
Tarot of the Crone--Ten of Disks--Age--Value the wisdom of your body.
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