"November Reflections"

 

"November Reflection"

Greg Budig 2020

Blue and grey 

above me.

Thin clouds wisp 

like old lace curtains 

stretched across the 

pale November sky. 

They settle softly 

on the muted 

brown landscape. 

The ground is 

tinged by yesterday's 

snow that flurried 

lightly in the afternoon. 

The trees have long 

given up their autumn 

leaves that now lay 

dead upon the ground. 

Everything has been 

touched by frost. 

The trees, the air, 

the sky.  Lakes 

have taken a thin

smooth glare. Frozen 

mirrors that thicken

through the night. 

A time of quiet. 

A time of peace. 

Preparing myself 

for the winter snows.

A time to remember 

all we have lost. 

A time to hope for 

all we might gain. 

The End