November strips down to her essence-
a dozen shades of brown and grey.
October’s color-riot fades into memory,
while a spare, somber beauty remains.
Geese call mournful farewells
as they retreat to the southern kingdom.
The spring will bring an agony of birth
but now, Earth folds in upon herself
as she prepares for sleep.
Written for FF55 writing prompt. Join us with 55 words of your own.
Image by Mary Bach