Now it’s November 
and as winter’s 
chill sets in 
and the days 
turn more into 
nights I’m reminded 
I’m reminded of 
whom and when 
of where and 
what of why
and they all
blow past me 
like the significance 
of fallen leaves 
all having once
been summer’s dream 
canopies as we
gazed through them 
pretending and imagining 
but like them 
these do just 
swirl and dance 
and then go 
to somewhere else 

Wisdom speaks into the 
mystery that I am 
It knows exactly what 
I will one day
so when Wisdom said 
that there’s no one 
for me to love 
it simply meant that 
I must learn to 
love myself in aloneness 
learning to be happy 
absent the happiness that 
someone else gives me 
Wisdom said that love 
isn’t meant to fill
but rather to find 
a cup that is 
already filled adding more 
and making it overflow 
love is then abundance 
for an empty cup
can never be filled