November Sky

 

Midnight sky full of mystery,

dark as far as the eye can see.

Pinpricks of silver, sparkling and bright,

intense spotlights in the void of the night.

Swirling leaves fall from statuesque trees,

dancing playfully in the icy breeze.

The ground beneath lifeless and still,

frozen by the cool wind and its deathly chill.

 

As we trudge through the crisp orange covering,

the ground smothered in blankets of gold,

to ward off the cold

and stop the chill taking hold.

Nights come so quickly

this time of year,

daylight barely flickers

before darkness we wear.

 

Through brittle shards of brown, we amble.

Fingers gloved against the cold,

hands touching hands,

love takes hold.

Breath misty in the air.

Shivers down the spine,

mulled wine in a glass,

warming spice would be fine.

 

The crackle of fires burning.

Embers dancing, twisting, turning.

A ballet, a symphony on display,

like swans on a frozen lake of grey.

Children with sparklers spinning,

their joyful laughter competing

with the sounds of the funfair.

Wisps float through the air,

smiles fill their eyes.

As fireworks paint a masterpiece

on the canvas of the sky.

 

 

 

Thanks for reading

Peace, Love and Poetry

Kyle