November, you are nearly as great as October.
Cozied up to a roaring fire with a cup of tea and a book…this is how I could love you.
Your chill tucks the world in for a nap
So that we may forget its beauty in full color
And embrace the stunning winter
Icicle branches and snowdrifts
…If the trees do not mind, then why should I?
You compel me to think on things.
• • •
Patrick's turn!
(To see his last post in our game, Shutter To Think, visit: GRAIN.)
No comments:
Post a Comment