Just A Rainy Thought

November's heart is full of dead leaves and wood smoke, her eyes are midnight blue and they sparkle with early rising stars. Her cape is the color of moss and fog and she ties it up close to her chin. She carries a lantern in one hand, in the other is a walking staff carved with runes and set with colored stones. She's older than the oceans but she's younger than tomorrow morning. If you saw her you'd say she couldn't be a minute older than sixteen.

If she asks you to dance with her, take her hand and waltz her to the edge of the cliff where the rain water runs down to the sea. Spin her and twirl her while the music pounds in your ears, and never look down, the drop is just too much to think about.