Cruel November

it’s cold outside in

cruel november

neath the auburn tinted sky at

daybreak and

bronzed clouds hang heavily

against the backdrop

skeletal remains of once

lush landscapes

lie barren in silent

stoic autumn


piercing winds return

in force from

bleak lakefronts

cross wild

country roads

uncertain vapors

descend in rain or


sweeping through in

torrential bursts

winter comes


with no remorse

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