A November Garden
A November Garden
Some colorful leaves still cling to trees
Though many more have gone bare
Cardinals are no longer crimson
The Robin Redbreast does not thrill
And the bloom has gone off this rose
They will all return to resplendency
When spring arrives again
But I shall not
Still, there is something to be said
For a finite life
November 24, 2009
Copyright © Corinne Curcio | Year Posted 2009
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