Molly Frederick’s most recent poem to appear here was “October’s Smooth” (October 2016) 

November Night
By Molly Frederick

Spice-rich scents entice
a forgetful wind.
Seemingly, a forest remembers
what the wind cannot.
—Dark sky
drops lower —
Soon our voluptuous moon
rises from her slumbers
and celebrates by building
a bonfire behind the pines,
Singeing the tops,
filling the sky with promises
never meant to be kept.
Night, unknowingly,
has let the wildness out,
to rustle and roam.
—To stir the heart
with longings—
Urging the soul to find
a fitting image of itself,
alive, in the living world.