All Souls Day

Octobers Lament

In the November wood,
small furred creatures scurry
through the drizzle dampened leaves
making their way toward winter
and December snows.

Silent as the low gray skies,
the old grizzled crow sits in the dead hickory
contemplating the seasons change
and the cost of flight
and winter hunger.

Colors are muted
as well as sound
in the damp November wood.
Stillness settles in the shadowed trees.
Requiem aeternam dona eis Domine.

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