Ink Well My Raven Quill

November by Raven Hawk

The air is cool,

and the sky is bright – at night.

The frequent rain is ice cold,

and mornings are dark and dreary,

It is hard to start the day

 when it looks like it is time for bed.

I toss and turn, not finding sleep

when the sky is so bright at night.

What a topsy-turvy world

daylight savings time creates.

Frosted leaves crunch under our feet

with each and every step we take.

Windows full of steam and fog

turn into frosty ice paintings.

Occasionally, white flakes float around,

raining down on the earth

It is too soon for the snow to stay,

but not to foreshadow the blizzards of winter.