November Night

[wastedwalrus]

"November Night"

Another sun bows to the night
And bitter cold consumes the air.
The stars and moon gleam into sight
And stifling clouds of grey appear.
A pale white moon illuminates
The trembling trees evoking fear,
As day transforms into the night
And loving light must disappear.


I'm trying to convey a mood through extended metaphor.

 

[Curious Quetzal]

Is that last line a part of the poem?

 

[up all night]

Nicely done.

 

[wastedwalrus]

Is that last line a part of the poem?

No, just an explination.