in November we wait

for snow

and its marked blanketing

to reflect whatever light lingers

back at the sky--

        extend the day's early gloaming--

for the garden's last squash to finish in the oven,

the oven's heat to warm the kitchen, and 

for the squash's seeds

saved, spread out, to dry--

         all those tiny, possible lives

         come spring--

trees, lake, beach and birds in Victoria Beach, MB

Viola and Bob in Brandon, MB

Nikon FE2, 50mm