Thirty Days ~ Monday, November 10, 2025

The early snow weighs down each leaf to test
how strong its bond to the branch while the wind
embraces each leaf with tugs and wiggles

early November in Evanston, rest
a moment before the shovels and plows
remind the eight a.m. curfew to find
lingering silence, no shits and giggles
yes, work and noise like the children upstairs

snow, first snow of the season, lightly blows
noiselessly across the landscape, backyards
oddly covered in pristine white, snowfall
wins children over to build the first guards

winsome snowmen observe the first snowball
enters the fight for parking, cones and chairs
invoke a sense of dibs, to clear a space
gives a person the right to park their car
how unnecessary to do more work
systems arise from practices in place

demonstrate fealty or face hardship
owners understand others like to mar
winsome beauty with a scratch and a smirk
nervous drivers leave on their hazard lights

energetic neighbors plow at a clip
attractive landscapes do not last the week
changes in the weather from low to high
heat up the snowmen, once strong but now weak

leave out the annuals to watch them die
each year for plants, discussions turn to fights
ask if ephemeral beauty, to store
for another month indoors or watch thrive

torturously outdoors, the elements
observe how the changes become hardcore

test the climate with scientists to check
each year, shifts in weather patterns, the drive
still remains to mollify the nonsense
the earth, once beautiful, is now, a wreck

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