November mist; is a lonely tree on a meadow
with its naked arms reaching for heaven.
A lonely body enclosed in purple drops
captured by a hidden fence,
making you an amputee.
November mist; is also a thin veil of tears
spun for you to hold you back
to grip you when the earth is collapsing
a landslide under your feet
an abyss of sorrows and fears.
November mist; I am yours, I am here
to listen to your bleach song.
Deathly pale, faint by terror
lifeless, discoloured, but How so strong
when you with cold palms carrying me
like a lost leaf, bringing me home, near and near.