A Welcome Sun

 

But the sun does come out 

to challenge a dull November´s day

to cleanse and dispel those curds away

It stands emboldened in a sky of blue

to remind us that all can again be new

Windows glisten as stones sparkle

a breathless breeze which cannot encircle

Fallen leaves a collage underfoot

berries ripen amidst the occasional nut

Few windows open to peer outdoors

a magpie with a crow both do soar

Summers last desperate farewell

as we hear autumn´s distant death knell