We're spinning
Tilting toward and away
From the sun,
And in mid-November,
Light changes
Each day in the month.
An overcast day such as this one--
Only three, and the lamps are on;
Some find dark and dismal
But I love frost at dawn.
When the sky darkens
Leaves brighten,
When leaves are gone
Snow falls;
Midnight may be cold and still,
But roofs are white at dawn.