November winds flail slender grey branches
glittering umber leaves tenaciously hanging on
arms of the hoary birch swirling
in a frenetic autumn dance

November winds roil turgid blue green waters
flecked foam frolicking down the bay
rhythmic eruptions of brilliant white
under a steel-grey sky

November winds drive the ebbing tide
battering sun-bleached boulders unflinching
as surging splashes of splendiferous spray
caress their sea-worn shoulders

November winds rouse my listless spirit
shouting the glories of an untameable world
wild and wonderful beautiful and holy
still and ever my home