Poem for a Sunny November Afternoon

A breezy bit of verse for a lazy day inspired in part by scbenji's comment in my journal about Terpsichore. How did you stumble across my journal anyway, Ignatius?

The naked trees of November
Shake the lightness of their limbs
A brief autumnal terpsichore
Before the weary weight of winter

It Weren't Me

Also...

I am not writing a Pyro/Iceman X2 fanfic while I should be working on my comic book and rehearsing for a performance.

Okay, I am, but I won't admit it if cornered.