Poetry‎ > ‎Reflector on the Post‎ > ‎

November Unrelenting

Saint Paul, 6 November 2011

There's no sugar-coating the gray skies or the broken
promise of sunshine. There's no wind-break to deflect
the coarseness of November's neck-stabbing gusts

Summer's heavy headed sunflowers have long been
jerked to oblivion like they'd been placed on a batting tee
then met the business end of a blunt instrument

The genetic directive is unrelenting and abusive
for all species – not just humans