Treetops swayed in the November wind
Swayed into darkness
With the music of storms
Music was the partner of night
Stripped bare in the dance
Bare yet rooted yet reaching
Rooted deeper into the unfathomable
Deep and naked night

The clothes of day lay at my feet
Crumpled, wet,and ruined

Crumpled, wet, and ruined
I stood as a silent intruder

One late October evening
Disguised, as I said,
As November.

And I had nothing to say
Nothing.

No need to speak.
Nothing to disguise.

One Single Impression