The poet in the November garden
seeks words that rhyme with spring.
 
Lumps of marigold,
browns of spent peony underfoot.
 
On the poet’s tongue, rebirth.
On the garden’s veil, a hint of tomorrow’s frost.
 
The garden folds its arms inward.
Wishes the poet to take his blooming hope elsewhere.

Ronald Geigle is a writer and poet living in Arlington, Virginia. His work has been published in The New Mexico Review, Banyan Review, and Tilted House Review, as well as forthcoming in Litbreak Magazine and Alternating Current. He is the author of “The Woods”, a novel set in the Pacific Northwest during the waning years of the Great Depression. ronaldgeigle.com