Long, Gray Winter

November is a month of frost and cold, reminding us that winter's grip benumbs. With slate-gray skies, and winds both harsh and bold, she casts her spell on us as fall succumbs. The long bleak curve of winter days is here. Each day we greet the sun's receding pyre. When snow and blowing gale become severe, we long to feel a hearth's warm, burning fire. And though, each frosty night is dark and long, our thoughts are staid on spring, both green and fair. Endure this dormant season with the throng. Await idyllic days both warm and rare. Each winter, as a season, adds its flow. In time, it runs full course, and this we know. Long, Gray Winter Sonnet