November New-year (I.P.)

Darkest before the dawn
my sleeping october sky
losing clouds gaining a
one wishing star for me
tonight atleast, I have
to make myself sleep to
wake up to my new year.

The dew settles asleep,
a foxes paws out creep,
and the grey sky paints
with just a little blue
in hopes mine come true
this november new year,
I will wake better new.