November ends

The Green Man

with one eye closed
the green man knows 
how seasons fade 
from gold to gray
as winter lays
the branches bare
to rake the sky as
winds of ice come
howling by

he may as well
just shut both eyes
and sleep away
the coldest days 
till snow and fury
have their say,
until the chipmunks
poke out to play

For the record,
This day came in colder than yesterday, but warm for the last day of November,

All hands afraid the tax bill will pass and in celebration the Moron may just wage a war for the pure hell of it.