Enchanting November Trees
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"Their leaves lay dead and the wind scatters each here and there.
Now, the trees are silent bones. Yet, there is a beauty in their stillness."
Quote by _ Constance
November, Autumn's finale
where the trees are a mosaic of all seasons
and natures landscapes is multi-hued with falling leaves
taking each tree's precious jewel from her arms
and in the drifting winds
scattering them here and there
until, all at once the trees are bones and sticks
hushed, they spread their fragile branches to the sky
moaning, creaking, weeping
full of melancholy and memories
perhaps, reflecting on the beauty they had to let go
bare, their shapes revealed
are they are whispering to each other . . .
time to sleep
in this garden of November
until, its time to wake again . . .
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November 07, 2022
Poetry/Free Verse/Enchanting November Trees
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1499-642-07
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, November
sponsor, Regina McIntosh, Judged 11/10/2022
Ninth Place
Submitted to the Standard contest, A Freed Verse
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 12/30/2022
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2022
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