Saturday, November 14, 2015

Postlude




November waits; hours untwist
And kiss time’s gates with amethyst


November waits; its grid soft-shook
As leaf-song stills and fills the brook


November waits; nature’s postcard
Of earth’s harvest-gleaned boulevard



November waits; passion subdued
A picture framed; named Interlude



November waits; soon it will gleam
Where snow has swept gray landscape clean

© Janet Martin

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