Tuesday, November 1, 2016


Your air of surrender
Your autumn-snuffed splendor
Your love, love-me-tender-remember-me-ness
Your lonesome, your winsome
Your bone-chilling wind-song
Your hold, hold me closer November caress

Your tree, naked, wanting
Your bleakness, enchanting
Your haunting of summer-no-more sympathy
Your face at my window
Yet cannot come in, oh,
Unstoppers an ocean of poem in me

© Janet Martin


Thank you for your visit to this porch. I'd love to hear if or how this post/poem touched you!