Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

End of November

The grass is dull brown
  the ground rocky hard
From fair visions of Springtime
  has sprung a graveyard

Clumps of leaves rest in puddles
  in murky pools on sidewalks
Caught in cracks of chipped pavement
  no way to turn the clock back

To halcyon days when the earth was alive
  ~ Nor plunged in darkness at quarter to five

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Michelle Faulkner November 25, 2020 at 12:04 PM The end of November is indeed bleak, and love your description of 'graveyard' and 'murky pools' - at least the winter months may bring calm and rest, hopefully~ Gershon Wolf November 25, 2020 at 5:50 PM Thank you, Michelle... and I'm with you. Perhaps the winter months will be calmer. Don't see how they could be angst-ridden than were the summer and early Fall months, but you never know in life. Here's to Hopin' ~ gw

Rico Leffanta November 25, 2020 at 10:47 AM Great first verse! Aloha! Rico Gershon Wolf November 25, 2020 at 5:46 PM I like the first stanza! ~ Ted Danza lol