Pieces of Eight (2020)

November (12-2-20)

November


November warns, with whirling squalls
she sweeps across the browning fields
She lays down a blanket that she took from the trees
Covers the shivering stalks of yesterday’s blooms
huddles over the sere flowerbeds
that without her ministrations
would be laid bare to winter’s harsh hand
Forgive her for her cold efficiency