In November

In November
There are turning ways
The darkish light ember
Of winter days
Nocturnal cold meeting
In silence nightfall
The spirit pleating
For some inner call

Old days to remember
From heart and mind
The start of December
Its frosty rivers brined
Slowly to open the sky
For the months ahead
Meeting air frost dries
Into the darkish dread

The wintry ways
In its relegation pale
Dim darkish grays
In gardens now stale
How time passes by
In its complications
The fulminate that die
Sleep of inspirations