NaPoWriMo - Day 4

NaPoWriMo prompt today is to write a poem about the cruelest month. I have to say this one has been dashed off and I think it shows! I've had a busy but lovely day and time is running out on me. Anyway, here is my offering:

The cruelest month

is November - a between month

marking the end of autumn

but before winter takes its hold,

when a year’s growth dies on the wind

and trees shed their withered leaves,

a month of dark mornings

when evening comes all too soon

and everything slows.