Outside My Window

Out my invalid’s window I see the hills wrapped in a crochet of evening fog Red taillights wink at me as people prepare to go home at end of day Cranes reach giraffe necks into the last bits of sun tinged-sky Lazy November light that is giving way to winter tugging its shirtsleeve Contractors hurry to finish their projects lest they wake to storms and rain that were promising to come, and now have No one eager for winter, except for me