November 30th

November 30^th

There’s a bed

Of leaves underneath

The canopy

Of a willow tree

That weeps as if in dread

Of winter’s teeth

And soon to be

Barren scenery

The sun shines

Mingling with rain

And doesn’t fail

To warm the air

Though divers signs

In the main

Mark the trail

To colder fayre

Leaving November

Bereft yet majestic

August poplars

Overlook scenes

Of pre December

Shades of fantastic

Yellows coppers

Browns evergreens

A blinding light

By the river reflected

As children run

Squirrels race up trees

Dogs bark in delight

Seemingly affected

By a welcoming sun

An absence of breeze