November's Wind
perhaps it was the cold november wind
that reminded me of the bitter bite
the cold touch of death's hands
or the lips of someone gone
perhaps it was the leaves
being tossed about, like a mind
unable to grasp the reality
of another life, gone so young
perhaps it was the trees
now colorless, half dressed
that reminded me, everything must die
perhaps it was the sunset
thick black clouds, surrounded by red
that reminded me
my heart bleeds the same...
another life is gone
another season's changed
another day is gone
another scar is born
etched forever in my mind
my heart bled the same....
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2013
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