November Blues And Blahs Poem by Kathleen Reguindin

The leaves have fallen, everywhere it’s barren.
Trees and shrubs are almost naked
Mother Nature has shed her vibrant Fall colours
Everything now feels
Old.
Dead.

Here and there, a few isolated leaves on trees still cling
Remnants of the glorious blaze of Fall.
Dreading the moment when a huge gust of wind
Will blow them away, finally from their foothold.
Released.
Separated.

Days are shorter, nights fall faster
And dawns come much later
Skies are grey, dark, dreary.
Flocks of birds have headed south, leaving this forsaken place
When I look up above and around.
Hazy.
Empty.
Lonely.

Moods affected, sunny dispositions gone
Humans brace for the onset of winter.
Layers of clothes, they don once again.
Into the streets, they head out in the dark to work
Smoke coming out of their mouths as they breathe.
Meanwhile shivering.
Cursing.
Damning.

November's blues and blahs...
My spirit can't be dampened, bring it on.
You offer an opportunity for long and cold weekend hikes.
Along winding trails, beautiful countryside, quiet farmlands
Quiet paths, less trampled at this time.
A chance to listen to gushing rivers or whispering brooks
A time to behold the city from the Niagara Escarpment.
And when I hike along the barren woods, I know I will feel
Energized.
Grateful.
Blessed.
I am where I belong.
I am one with Nature.