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
Love this, Janet, particularly 'autumn-snuffed splendor.'
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