Dull November
Caught between snow
And beautiful banners,
Fading…
Twisted light
Peeled like yarn
Off the dull sun‘s skin,
Setting…
The wind is teething
Nibbling like a caterpillar,
The decrepit body of fall
Falling….
The streets are desolate
“It gets dark too early
…...too early”
I miss spring….
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