November
I long for November
where a flush of berries
meets the skyline
The barks are formed clear in Winter
Give a gift of hardwood not flowers
in an act of loving kindness
Feel the rain
overland and ocean bound
Copyright © Antony Glaser | Year Posted 2023
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