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
with darkness.

                       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