Saturday, November 14, 2015


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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