It’s stick season
The leaves have passed and gone.
Spirits ran rampant through our world for one night.
It’s not yet the Feast
and snow still waits to fall.
Yule is still a long while away.
The sun hides, the temperature drops.
Trees hang bare and dead.
It’s an ugly season, it is,
and no coincidence it aligns with November,
month of the dead.
October is the beauty in dying,
in living a wonderful life.
November is grief,
and finally accepting.
we learn to move on.
But now, it’s time to grieve.
Posted in response to the challenge Stick Season.