Persisting

The sun emerged for a while today, but was not strong enough to warm the air. Brightness intensified the colors of the fallen leaves, but they remained sodden. Tonight frost will eat away at them, and tomorrow their decay will scent the chill air. It will be like that for days, and then another storm will come. December will be another November, January most likely another December. Here I am counting the days until spring, and the entire winter lies between now and then. The furnace clicks on, burning money.

( Sunday Verse )