countdown

In september rain,
below october skies,
on the freezing grounds of november,

in eyeshot lengths,
in real voices,
the ones we always remember.

before powder white falls
to burn exposed skins,
and the red of chill sets in,

before bundled nights
and fireplace lights,
before the dark battles light, and wins.

before carols are sung
and garlands are hung
and spectrum lights sparkle in sync,

before year end
we will meet again,
over comforts of a warm starbucks drink.