Leaves upon the  
   ground --
the sky steel gray.
The last roses
wet with rain,
yet that does not
belie their summer
   beauty.
November's chill
   creeps in,
with the air full
of autumn's decay.
The year past
is not lost to the
   day.
Soon winter's
brittle beauty comes,
but for now
November reigns:
a hint of skeleton trees
   to come...
and those last roses
will have blown away.