October ends by discarding its wood smoked costumes and removing its masks of mulit-colored leaves to reveal the cold, white, and bitter face of November.
All the winds howl at this natural monster returned.
The rains become cycle path "thick" slashers cutting journeys short and sending mortals fleeing.
Soon enough each drop is frozen into the painful pelts of bone chilling chips.
Children hail October's exit by toting huge bags of bounty pilfered from their begging door to door dressed in nightmarish apparel as they seek sugar coated dreams.
The moon hangs like an evil mottled eye, gazing through gray, clouded, cataracts that obstruct its misty view.
Gravestones bow in huddled masses to the forces of Novembers rage. Bones clatter far below in satin muffled hollows as cartilage gives way. Each joint is frozen to a quick snap, that no one but the dead hear.
It's another Oct.-a-gone as the snow flaked shapes of November return.