PENULTIMATE

In strolls November,
Unapologetic. Long since past caring what others think.
Shakes the fog from her cloak of leaves
And breaths out the benefit of her experience across the hours.

November waits for no one and is kept waiting by none.
No rush. No clock watching, toe tapping or tutting.
She just arrives. Ready, if a little wild looking.
Her brilliant smile casts glistening light upon virgin frosts that catch your wiper blades unawares of a morning.

Gone are the golden sunrises of fall.
The sun sleeps in now afore blushing his way across the skies.
And she remembers.
Burning embers, crimson silence.
Battles cease.
Peace.

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