November Skies
The leaves,
--They Change,
Their pigment fading,
From Green to Red, Orange, Yellow and Brown,
Gently falling,
--Is their calling,
To the colder autumn ground,
And as they lay there,
--As they stay there,
Lifeless, dead,
Lying like dirt,
The rousing wind rustles them up,
Making them dance and flirt,
As they’re flying
--and “goodbye”ing
Floating towards
A crimson view,
Showing the November sky,
The autumn’s eternal hue.
Copyright © Rachel Buckner | Year Posted 2007
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment