"November"

"November"

Greg Budig 2011

I had forgotten about 

November with her lonely 

grey eyes. She waits in 

silence for her time to begin. 

She has always been known 

as a rather quiet child.

So somber. 

So patient.

So glum.

Who can compare to  October 

and the splendor of autumn 

or the spectacle we 

call Halloween. 

November has charms,

though they are more 

earthy and quiet. More of a 

feeling than things 

that are seen.

I had forgotten about 

November with her soft 

cloudy hair. It covered 

the sun like a shroud. 

She speaks in a voice that 

is often times mute.

But sometimes it 

rumbles and 

howls!!

So we welcome November 

as she slowly glides in. 

Like a fog, or a mist,

or a rain. 

For the time of November 

is a time to reflect. 

A time to 

remember 

again.

The End