Jake's Flea Market

november came

came when the last light of october 
glimmered to the bottom of the west

then went out   fell
over the appearance of the edge

november came
filled the one roomed
husband who slept
the nights on the bed beside her

it filled him with 
a chill that shivered perimeters

filled him with
brittle as the thin
ice over puddles

the bedsheet between them
it never melted

it remained a snow
on the ground between two cottages

a snow the soil
in the wind had passed over   dusted

a snow the colour of
the sheepskin they slept under
the white darkened

november stayed for a decade