Cruel November

it’s cold outside in

cruel november

neath the auburn tinted sky at

daybreak and

bronzed clouds hang heavily

against the backdrop

skeletal remains of once

lush landscapes

lie barren in silent

stoic autumn


piercing winds return

in force from

bleak lakefronts

cross wild

country roads

uncertain vapors

descend in rain or


sweeping through in

torrential bursts

winter comes


with no remorse

Mitchell Chmielewski

I currently reside in Indiana where I am taking classes through Penn State University to complete my Bachelors in Finance and work for a non-profit clinic. I was always passionate about reading and writing and I intend to use this blog to hone my craft and to entertain others. Please feel free to reach out and provide feedback or to discuss my work.

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