November 1st
The sun rises splaying the sky in layers of purple, pink and gray.
The air has a new chill; one not felt during a warmer-than-usual October.
The atmosphere feels good on your skin, You breathe deeply as you enjoy
the subtle seasonal change; change you know will soon enough become
winter’s deeper chill, its snowy blankets, its icy blizzards, its commentary on death.
For now, you are content in November’s compassionate hints of grace, ensconced
in soft colorations, winking through tree-tops, as if Nature walks with you, hand-in-hand. by Michael Escoubas











