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
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