Remember November

Remember November, the start of Winter, The slow coming through the cold— Where the pure its celestial gift see A bare, broken essence that is timeless, old. The snow begins its fall after Fall— And white trees bend just slight for warmth, Frozen peaks for miles and miles Through a blistering blizzard storm. The sun splotches in a dozen ways— Ghosts find their haunts in this atmosphere; My heart's breath shows on the uncanny wind— I listen close to the quiet and hear. From once bright and heated days, The frail line of life now so thin; A climate of ice— its only way and path Far into the walk of genesis. Everywhere the birds' song is gone; their loss Leaves a seeming sense of waiting; I'm comforted by silent music in their absence— for Their Nature's current deep still runs in me. Winter makes shadows of the frost This night, melted the fire stones, so tender; Now the graceful sleep it slips upon— Dreams remembered this season in November.