It's time to bring the potted plants indoors.
It's time to find the wooden crate of socks
and figure out which ones are pairs. To use
the bundt pan Mona handed down to me
for apple cake; to look up how I roasted
delicata squash last year. It's time
to pause the New York Times again, to frame
the tweet from Kelli Agodon that says,
"Write poetry instead of doomscrolling."
It's time to take the sukkah down, return
the decorations to their bin, and watch
crabapples reddening across the field.
It's time to place my trust in what endures,
seek sleepy comfort in the growing dark.
Apple cake. Apples and honey are a symbolic food at the Jewish new year. (I'm partial to Deb's mom's apple cake.)
The tweet from Kelli Agodon. See it here.
What endures. See my most recent blog post.