5" x 7" Alcohol Ink
Outside the trees are mostly bare and
Winter is nudging remaining oak and Bradford pear leaves
from their limbs.
The moon glints the deep, dark night, and
there is a deeper, colder quiet
than in any other season.
The Thanksgiving turkey remains
in leftovers, the holiday rush
has amplified, and
December is knocking at the door.
I say goodbye to autumn
and huddle down,
like the wildlife,
to begin the long, long winter.