One last burst of courage
shocking beyond definition
for only a time.
A few moments into November, a few months
before a new year when January’s breath arrives
A bleak forecast.
Temperatures drop slowly
each night as days shorten;
notably noticeable in November’s most gradient scale of time.
We wake to this splendor only for a few days,
each sight promising more again next year.
Until then, more grey before winter white or worse.
©2021 j.g. lewis