November's no

November says its no again; the trees, Now tracery and silence, teach the eye Economy of sight. Gray disagrees

With blue, and wins infinitude of sky.

November says its no - but I say yes

To steady gray, to sternly somber mood

To issues that the summer didn't address

To meditation and to solitude.

Procrastination is the gaudy prince

Who underwrites his promises in gold.

But now I face the wind, refuse to wince

When truth insists that it at last be told.

November says its no; I say my yea

And welcome all it teaches me today.