They say it is the month of death,
But I have never seen such beauty in decay.
Remains of Autumn,
Cling to the branches,
And the earth is painted a thousand shades of red.
When a heavy fog smothers the ground,
Breathe in and let it fill your lungs.
It is at this time the world seems still
And the fear of winter is forgotten,
If only for a moment,
Before the light fades,
And we return to darkness once more.
Poem Dedicated To November
Beautifully shared optimism for the otherwise general pessimism associated with November in colder regions of the world. I am lucky to be an Indian born in November which supposedly is the...
Published: November 2015