November rain
The day defines disgust
Monotone kaleidescope panorama
A chill even felt within one`s haven
And naked trees weep
At the onslaught of wind
Sharp, without remorse
Even the body of water gazed upon
Reverberates with chill,
Rolling with goose bumps
November rain will make this a hard day
Preperation for transition has begun
as Fall becomes Winter, Security is left for unknown
A moment later
A visual oddity puzzles
Amber and gold begin to highlight slate
A sharpness honed
Radiating from all things
Warmth sensed
The wind changes and its gone
The wisp of a fleeting feeling
Yet lasting
Bleak outlook, one moment
Perspective forever differs
November rain met head on
Fall you drops of pure void
Be callus you unseen howl
I know in another moment you will falter
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