[ CC ] Temporary At Best

        
I am November's guest        
on the inside squinting        
through lens flare tinting        
glare on Nature's window        
       
staring at her state of undress;        
       
delicate auburn sundress        
since cast aside        
and blown away        
       
A joy to know        
sorrow's antithesist---        
a true beauty to behold        
when shed of her leavings        
       
Naked, shrouded in
cascading cold mid morning
mist as if hair silver grey
        
bare limbs and eavings        
pleasant to gaze upon        
from every which way;        
       
difficult        
for a raking onlooker        
like me to resist ...       
       
though I must admit        
she is most breathtaking      
when back dropped and lit        
with blues fading from sky        
before December snows        
descend        
       
And despite her        
bereavings of youth gone by          
she has not reason to be shy    
      
I choose to linger and swoon        
amorously in aching enamorings        
of my once glamorous friend        
       
For no withered tree is she        
       
while I am but a season        
that comes and goes        
       
and sadly must soon        
come to an end