November’s Spirit Desire

Like skeletal bones the trees stripped bare

Of rich greens of summer and the gilded, gold of fall

Only the fir and spruce trees hold their dress

As the cold winds from high north do crawl

Springs new seeds of life are now far past

Young buds and sprouts grew old

Summer’s warmth is just sweet memories

Only captured heat this I am told

The snow white wrap of winter’s stole

Has yet to turn the cleanse the earth and hide

The grime and rot of past years trash

Too soon for the flakes of purity that abide

The soul’s coldest time of the year is nigh

Between fall and the Christmas spirit cheer

I will not hark to November’s spirits desire

That can make a man live in blue despair!