november

the curled leaves were clinging,
precariously clutching on and shivering
i understood how they felt

backs braced against the wind
deep muscle tightening tension

november makes you feel alone,
strapping on scarves and mittens
bundling deeper and deeper within
yourself

the gray sky looked like a painted backdrop
lowered down to set the scene

bleakness

leaves scattered across the sidewalk
aimless

still without the resilience of december
still hoping for some sunlight to peak through
hopes in the crippled edges of fading foliage

at night the skies offer little comfort
clouded over and unsure

deep cello-resounding chords whisper underneath
i can feel the earth sigh under the weight
waiting