{"id":1816,"date":"2021-03-21T05:56:00","date_gmt":"2021-03-21T05:56:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lyricality.org\/?p=1816"},"modified":"2021-02-09T21:05:13","modified_gmt":"2021-02-09T21:05:13","slug":"end-of-november-by-donna-isaac","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lyricality.org\/2021\/03\/21\/end-of-november-by-donna-isaac\/","title":{"rendered":"End of November by Donna Isaac"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\" id=\"block-dbc0a3b1-07df-4b9a-9057-5276c5072996\">Welcome to&nbsp;<em>Sunday Morning Lyricality<\/em>, featuring a weekly song or poem by a Minnesota writer. Our current guest editor is Beth Spencer.<\/h2>\n\n\n\n<blockquote class=\"wp-block-quote\"><p>Donna Isaac\u2019s timely and beautiful poem, \u201cEnd of November,\u201d\u00a0was written on the day the\u00a0Coviddeaths in Minnesota reached 100. It\u00a0reminds us of the constancy and comfort that Nature extends to all of us: sky, water, wind, and pine], especially in these difficult times.\u00a0She prompts us to recall that prayer can be anywhere: inside or out, in the flight of an eagle or the crisp edge of a creamy pie.<\/p><cite>Beth Spencer<\/cite><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n<h3 class=\"wp-block-heading\" id=\"block-02953a21-bd8a-4049-b9ed-4bdfb209bc68\"><strong>End of November<\/strong><br><em>Donna Isaac<\/em><\/h3>\n\n\n\n<p>Near a trifurcated trunk at pond&#8217;s edge<br>in a sliver of open water,<br>a gulping mouth rose up<br>to consume something<br>still alive, sere oak leaves afloat.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A good sign, this,<br>with over 100 deaths<br>in a single day<br>in a country silent<br>except wind in pine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A walk by the Mississippi yesterday,<br>a lone bald eagle circled<br>the noiseless woods.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Is this surrender?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Inside, the work of pie,<br>cutting shortening into flour,<br>crimping edges, dollops of cream.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Outside, what is meant to be.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Prayer can happen without thought,<br>hammer of heart, wistful looking,<br>grace, hunger exalted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p id=\"block-fce5902a-1a8d-4ee3-b8b1-55684fe15c4d\">***<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p id=\"block-e8743aec-2bc8-4bd2-a9d2-fac470f41bc4\">Poet Donna Isaac is a teaching artist who organizes community readings and workshops in the Twin Cities, Minnesota; she curates and hosts the reading series, Literary Lights. Donna works with Cracked Walnut (League of MN Poets&#8217; chapter). Published poetry work includes\u00a0<em>Footfalls<\/em>\u00a0(Pocahontas Press);\u00a0<em>Tommy<\/em>\u00a0(Red Dragonfly Press);\u00a0<em>Holy Comforter\u00a0<\/em>(Red Bird Chapbooks); and\u00a0<em>Persistence of Vision<\/em>\u00a0(Finishing Line Press). Her work also appears in literary\u00a0journals such as\u00a0<em>The Tishman Review, The Saint Paul Almanac,\u00a0<\/em>and\u00a0<em>The Penn Review.\u00a0<\/em>Visit her website: <a href=\"http:\/\/donnaisaacpoet.com\/\">donnaisaacpoet.com<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Welcome to&nbsp;Sunday Morning Lyricality, featuring a weekly song or poem by a Minnesota writer. Our current guest editor is Beth Spencer. Donna Isaac\u2019s timely and beautiful poem, \u201cEnd of November,\u201d\u00a0was [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":784,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[76],"tags":[385,384],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lyricality.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1816"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lyricality.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lyricality.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lyricality.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lyricality.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1816"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lyricality.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1816\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lyricality.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/784"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lyricality.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1816"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lyricality.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1816"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lyricality.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1816"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}