Cleveland November
The earth here tilts
more each day
away from the sun
clouds gray what little light is left
days cool
nights chill
yellow and green disappear
under cold lack
settling winter dearth
for spring rebirth
– Smith, 10.31.2016
There, 31 days, 31 poems for the Weems/Shaffer/McCarty/Lady/Smith October 2016 daily poem project – a hard task this time because thoughts were sparse and the words weren’t willing.
