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
sleep
–
piercing winds return
in force from
bleak lakefronts
cross wild
country roads
–
uncertain vapors
descend in rain or
sleet
sweeping through in
torrential bursts
–
winter comes
unmercifully
with no remorse