in november

in november when the snow has started to fall and the children run home from the school and the pool where you learned to swim is now shallow and the snow is falling gently against the window in november when the sky's a bit more grey and the hours get shorter everyday and the way that you walked is not so easy and there's a raiding of the seed winds can sweep anything away wishes or tragedies you can lose even if you don't play in november when the clothes are piled on and the summer dreams are all shelved away and you bundle up when you go outside and all the furry ones have died in november when the rain isn't rain anymore and the only way to even the score is to pretend you were that way before in november