November - The Depreciation Guild

On a clean page

In a frigid trembling leaf

Endless gray skies

To the cracks in every street

I blush, a cold rush

As the trees undress for me

The wind disrobes them

And shakes with teeth

November

In the slow fade

In the trail of wasted days

Winter’s still freeze

To the summer’s endless haze

From the snow banks

To the sewers where they drain

Peaceful in rest

Amongst decay

November

(are you lonely? i am lonely)

November