Snowflakes create mosaics of moonlace.
They paint fantastic shadows on the glass.
A word or two accents the falling day.
Dusk flickers like a magic picture light.
The mood is older than Methuselah,
As ageless as a speech by Robert Byrd.
Time captures him in his Novemberness,
Eternal as the Appalachian frost.
For the Senator whose love of poetry is legendary.
Sandra Fowler
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/novemberness/
