November calls to me
in moaning wind rattling doors and shutters
bending gnarled weather scarred oaks
November calls to me
in blue gray mists
swathing forest and morning meadows
endowing them in aura of mystery
November calls to me
in icy drizzle
flooding like tears
filling me with hopeless despair
November calls to me
in dry rustle of dying leaves
echoing voices from yesterday
copyright 2014 David