Always in November
November should be the child’s month,
as much as June or July.
In those fraternal twin summer months
the joy of summer vacation
has often worn off to be replaced
in late July by high temperature
boredom and monotony.
In November, Fall’s blood and gold child,
the mind and body are trained as one
in the classroom, Football field
and soccer pitch.
These equal involvements, sport and school,
are features near December; always in November.
There, too, is the seasonal sensation I’ll personally
claim to be the same as diving into the community
swimming pool or blue and ochre ocean:
squealingly bombarding a poor leaf pile.
In the company of brotherly buddies
we would leap in, dust hang-ons
from our smokey wool jackets,
reform the pile and leap in again.