NOVEMBER SKY
BY FIONA CUMMINGS
There’s a hint of sun
Pushing through the white winter sky
As November days make a return
Clouds saying hi
Like a glazed over river
Only seen in winter
The ground is dull as the air is crisp
What once was clear is now a mist
The silver ark
Like a shining star
curves around, from the November sky
to kiss the ground, on grass it will lie
frost will settle
among sleeping grass and nettles
waiting for the return
of the spring sun
and April petals
the air is dry
migrating birds fly
across the November sky
© Fiona Cummings
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