A November In Transition
November transitions slip by
as if in a panicked hurry feigned,
a rush into the season's sky
when cold chilled winds reign.
November skies are dappled blues
interlaced with shaded grays again
as if a storm awaits patient on the sidelines
to whisk into icy drifts and snow lanes.
The leaves still cling to the branched ties
as piles rise against the autumn trance
and the crunch and brittle demise
fills life with stressed-out circumstance.
Bird and squirrel hang about and linger
knowing food will be provided
while others burrow deep or fly south to tinker
accepting living is all but one-sided.
Midday sun glows lightly on the window glass
barely warm at all
and teenage youthful days quickly pass
when school days encumber fall.
The evening shadows race
as sunsets gleam in orange and peach
sliding through the interface
and holidays are just a second out of reach.
November rests thirty days upon the calendar of earth
with birthday celebrations, anniversaries and more
winter paces waiting back and forth
ready and anxious to reveal what lies in store.
Ice flows upon the waters
freezing the surface of the pond
and in the cast of evenings shadows
life races hurriedly on.
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