Friday, November 11, 2016


While making supper...

 The world outside the window disappears

November blue deepens its hue
Until earth slips away
It drapes a shroud of lowered cloud
Across the dying day

The barrenness of stricken tress
The poet’s heart endears
The sallow hill and hollow rill
Are swallowed up in years

And where the world by noon unfurled
A superlative view
Dusk steals the show, soft, subtle, slow
With blue on blue on blue

© Janet Martin

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