good november, my dear

woken up to the inspiration
of six remaining Macintosh apples
from the party he threw last night

their skin loose, begging to be peeled
and the flour at the ready
for sifting and mixing

the tingle and swift smell of all spice
nutmeg and cinnamon tangled
between soft slices of baked apple

filling the house with
wooden spoon spun wonder
on the first morning of a favorable month

good morning, November,
good day October, thank you for the treats
for the spices and wild turkey parades