November Night

November Night the day is shrouded in grey monotone, without visible life my eye wanders bleakness searching. sea is dark all foreboding even as it lays like glass, seeming quiet, beguiles the fisher beckoning him to see what hides beneath? the willow she dabbles in the river toes curled back before the cold droops defeated by her nature not a living thing is seen. the fox sleeps in her den saving for the glory of the night when life returns through the boon of Christmas lights. slowly they appear along our road first one home then another joining in a delightful chorus of twinkle, sparkle and shine. the sea reflects the electric glory the river sings carols only willows know the fox and all stop on their nightly routine and invite Christmas to shimmer in their eyes.