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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