November

I do not regret when I park my vehicle out, Mist cleanses each dust speck beyond any doubt; My roses are laced with diamond-snow particles, Snow has adorned also the forgotten old rusty sickles... Anthodium’s heart stand covered by mist, yet, Heart of humans, here, for plants, seem always so wet; Sun flowers shrouded with naughty mist game, Zinnias see to face the game of the nature same; Maples! my friends! Your veins are white-filled! Do you not feel, yet, emotionally thrilled? I have not taken out my thinnest winter sheet so far, Winter is begun now; will have to continue many a golf par...! 06 November 2022 November Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh