In honour of the month of November
Poetry and Photography

“So. Monday. We meet again. We will never be friends—but maybe we can move past our mutual enmity toward a more-positive partnership.” Julio Alexi Genao

Last Day of November

Last day of November
Wishing it was still September
Or at least a snowy day in December

Rain, rain, rain
Some more rain
Feelings of mundane
Starting to sink in
Dull, dark, dreary
Nature somewhat eerie
The sun coming out rarely
Hanging in there barely

Last ones of leaves
In the barest of trees
Holding on for dear life
Existence one big strife

Then, something unexpected
When you least expected
A beam of light reflected
On the dark surface

Could it be?
Is it possibly…
Sunlight?