On a clean page In a frigid trembling leaf Endless gray skies To the cracks in every street I blush, a cold rush As the trees undress for me The wind disrobes them And shakes with teeth November In the slow fade In the trail of wasted days Winter's still freeze To the summer's endless haze From the snow banks To the sewers where they drain Peaceful in rest Amongst decay November (Are you lonely? i am lonely) November