by Vernon Waring
(King of Prussia, PA)
November...
with its scent of burning leaves -
a month lacking light
casting shadows
everything dark and ashen
November...
always moving
edging into desolation
always moody
uncertain
a strange month
with its clouds
hovering close to the ground
filmy unwelcoming clouds rising slowly
all day
enveloping everything
by nightfall
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