Through the window I stare
Blanket on my lap, coffee in my hand
Diapason of love playing in the air
Though my mind is centered on the deluge of November

Not a drizzle, more than a storm has the month been
Emotions strike forcibly and incessant
Lives upended and carried away
Like rose petals flowing down the street.

All are affected, none left safe
From death to labor, souls are changed
I wonder why the times are so turbulent
Though it does little to stop the deluge of November