Cold Novemberâs covered me with her dark and dripping wings,
carried me from cheer and lightâ out of mind and out of sight.
Cold Novemberâs buried me under heaps of rotting leaves,
soaked through with rain and choked by grief. Oh November, honestly.
She came upon me in the park, chased me homeward through the dark.
Then she squeezed her talons tight and took me helpless into night.
She has her own song to sing and she demands to finish it,
raises her slick and glistening beak and crows to those who canât resist.
Oh November, I was once⦠Did you know me when I was?
Well, I donât remember now since November drowned me out.
But I just felt the summerâs heat and tasted the tomatoâs meat
and took the socks off of my feet when she came to gather me.
I am one who flies with you. Iâve forgotten all I knew.
I must belong to the moonless night. Oh November, you were right.