“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan


another november fog

it is the street on which i live and it is
2 novembers ago,
sweet maggie miss magnolia was beside me in the jeep.
enchantment still held sway.

this thanksgiving morning another fog is dripping through the trees
and the birds are silent and no squirrels are about.
it looks much the same.
that tree on the corner is bigger,
there are more leaves on the ground.
the street is tired, faded from the hot hot summer,
more thankful for this fog.
enchantment is hidden out there somewhere,
catching its breath, a second wind,
leaving us to our own magic for a while.

there is a coyote in the neighborhood,
if you turn right at that first street you may see him.
it will have to be late and it will have to be dark
and perhaps he is already gone.
but perhaps he is the beginning.
i hope he has a cigarette and wings.



  1. enchantment can be so elusive ..fog gives it as a gift here ...blessings friend

  2. when i look at this picture i think "follow the red brick road...."
    enchantment is there, down that road, calling your name...

  3. a red brick road, what enchantments lie there? I love seeing the street where you live and imagining a coyote just around the corner. Happy day after Thanksgiving!


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