Late November holds tight to autumn;
canal pathways filled with people
carnival-bright beneath blue skies,
heavy, fruited branches splashed crimson –
bright on black branches.
Bridges and sky and people still reflect
in mirror-smooth canal water
(no ice)
and the sun, still gold
on golden wind-twirled leaves;
not yet the white-bright sun of winter.
But sunset comes early
sets downtown buildings aflame
and darkness coats more
and more hours of the day.
Autumn will release its hold;
Winter comes on apace.
The Silver Leaf Journal 
We are seeing our first sign of snow today. It is coming. Winter’s icy grip is reaching out.
” darkness coats more
and more hours of the day”
Thank you for reminding me of that gorgeous autumn light. My world is hard and bright and white with snow today!
That’s a lovely scene, too. Strange we’re not there yet…but I’m not complaining; this has been a gloriously long autumn.