Depreciation Guild (The)
November
on a clean pagein a frigid trembling leafendless gray skiesto the cracks in every streetI blush, a cold rushas the trees undress for methe wind disrobes themand shakes with teeth november in the slow fadein the trail of wasted dayswinter's still freezeto the summer's endless hazefrom the snow banksto the sewers where they drainpeaceful in restamongst decay november (are you lonely? i am lonely) november
From Letras Mania