It is a mood.
\nIt is November.
\nSummer speeding away,
\nwinter with its blue eyes,
\nits white sweepings,
\nnot yet arrived,
\nnot yet caroling.
\nIt is
\nbetween
\ndock and ship,
\nentering and leaving,
\nthe front of a window
\nand the shadow behind.
\nSitting and wondering.
\nSitting in a chair
\nin the darkness of a room,
\nand something passing through me.
\nLike a restless love,
\nlike the hush before a symphony,
\nlike the night
\nkissing dawn into wakefulness.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It is a mood. It is November. Summer speeding away, winter with its blue eyes, its white sweepings, not yet arrived, not yet caroling. It…<\/p>\n